Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 101

Fiona stood before a massive wooden door, its surface weathered and carved with symbols she didn't recognize. Each symbol pulsed faintly in the dim light of the cavern, as though alive with hidden energy Arlen hesitated, her hand trembling as she raised it to knock. The

sound echoed dully through the space, followed by a long, oppressive silence.

After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open slightly, revealing nothing but pitch-black darkness beyond. Fiona frowned, her instincts peckline. She couldn't make out a single detail within the room-no walls, no light, not even a shadow. It was as if the doorway led to an empty

void

Arlen stepped forward cautiously, her head bowed. "It's me," she said, her words stumbling dightly. "I brought brought the healer."

Fiona's frown deepened as she observed the way Arlen's posture shifted. The woman's earlier bravado had completely evaporated, replaced by a nervas deference that made Fiona's stomach churn. Who or what was behind this door to elicit such a reaction? Was it Romero?

No. This wasn't something that an ordinary Werewolf could do.

The darkness within the doorway remained impenetrable. Fiona tried to peer into it, leaning slightly to the side, but it was useless. Her eyes met only an endless void. She wondered briefly if it was some kind of corridor or another chamber, but even the faint glow from the moss and candles behind them didn't penetrate it.

A voice emerged from the darkness, ancient and brittle, like the creak of an old tree. "Come in."

The command sent a shiver through the air, a low vibration that Fiona could feel in her chest. She exhaled slowly, taking a step forward. Just as she was about to cross the threshold, she glanced at Arlen, expecting her to follow

Arlen remained rooted to the spot, her face pale and glistening with sweat. She clenched her fists, her knuckles white, and seemed unable to meet Fiona's gaze

"What are you waiting for Fiona asked, keeping her tone neutral.

as if to speak, but no sound came out. After a tense moment, she took a small step back. "I'm sorry."" she said abruptly.

sound of Arlen's retreating footsteps. Fiona turned sharply, her pulse quickening. She reached out instinctively to test the handle

burst into

the space. The contrast to the void she had seen earber was so stark

she couldn't identify, Symbols similar to those carved on the door were etched into the stone floor, glowing faintly with the same pulsating energy. At the center of the room stood a figure, cloaked and

stepped closer, brushing her fingers against it. "Why couldn't I see the room before?" she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. "It is

of the cloak. "Only those who are invited may enter. To all others, it appears as nothing but shadow." Fiona nodded without

figure didn't answer her. Instead, they walked toward a chair

as Fiona stood before him. The flickering candlelight cast sharp shadows across the

the name

stomach twisting. "I

hum, his hands resting on the arms of the chair. "The traitor clan," he continued, each word like a blow. "The Rosenthals who abandoned the Werewolves

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his face was obscured, Fiona could sense amusement in the air. "Deflection. Interesting. So, the stories of your kind's sharp tongues hold some

a casual accusation. Whoever this was must have known far more about her lineage than most. Clearly,

another member of the

on their protectors, severed bonds, and

of that betrayal, whether you accept it or not. And now you stand before me. a Rosenthal,

Instead, he shifted his tone, gesturing slightly toward a small table nearby. A