Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 76

Fiona, unaware of Zach's thoughts, continued healing the soldiers, though an unsettling realization began to creep into her mind. The poison was potent enough to incapacitate werewolves, which was alarming enough on its own. But the more she focused on the soldiers, the more it became clear that this poison hadn't just been administered during the attack. It was like a dormant toxin, lying in wait until it was triggered.

She moved from one soldier to the next, her brow furrowing as she pieced together the implications. The poison didn't just incapacitate; it suggested a level of premeditation that chilled her to the bone. It was strong enough to knock down even the most resilient of their kind. This wasn't a simple ambush, it had the hallmarks of a calculsed assault.

Glancing at Elise and her father, she noticed their intense focus on the soldiers as well. They were silent, but their furrowed brows and exchanged glances told her they were coming to the same conclusion. Fiona bit her lip, her thoughts racing. There was a high possibility that this was an inside job, that they had an ally close by.

The very thought made her shiver. The Lycans were notorious for their ruthlessness; they were not just a pack but a formidable force that wouldn't hesitate to strike when they saw an opportunity. The fact that they had apparently used rogues to attack the palace last night was already a slap to the werewolf world. If the others knew that these soldiers had been poisoned for an extended period, they would surely start asking questions

would not only jeopardize the Royals

an eternity, the convulsing soldiers began to settle, their bodies finally at peace. She released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, feeling the tension

moved toward King Nicholas and Queen Lyanna. Forgive me for not greeting you earlier," he said

his hand. "Saving the lives of these soldiers was far more important than formalities." he replied, his focus still

tone sharp. Everyone turned their gaze toward Fiona, the weight of their scrutiny pressed down on her. She swallowed hard, her heart racing. The feeling reminded her of how her father had always treated her while growing up. It felt

arms crossed tightly over her chest. "You're telling me that you didn't think healing was important when we

of my family," she replied, frustration creeping into her voice. "I thought it was just a part of who I am, not a tool to be used for political