Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 103

blissfully ignorant of what mins in your veins!"

The cloaked man leaned back in his chair, his laughter soft but unnerving as it echoed off the walls. "Tell me, Fiona Rosenthal," he said, his fingers interlocking under his chin. "Have you undergone the teachings of your bloodline, or have your wandered through life Fiena's frown deepened, her gaze narrowing. "Answer my question. Did a Rosenthal harm the Rogue K

King"

The man tilted his head, studying her for a moment. Finally, he nodded. "Yes. The Rogue King's condition was caused by a Rosenthal"

Fiona's breath hitched, though she quickly masked her reaction. "That's impossible. My family never leaves the pack's grounds. They stay inside, secluded. They wouldn't get involved in something like this"

bly. "The Rosenthal blocel is unique. You

"Staying inside does not mean their influence cannot reach the outside would," the man replied smoothly. know this. And if it is handled comely, it can poison as easily as it can heal"

His words dredged up fragmented memories of her father's teachings. She had always known their blood was different, but the implications were far more insidious than she had ever imagined. "Poison?" she echord, disbelief and unease creeping into her voice. The man inclined his head slightly. "Your blood can be mixed into tinctures, potions, even mundane substances. It becomes undetectable, yer lethal. The right method, the night amount, and the right intent and anyone can be poisoned, no matter their strength or resistance.""

Fiona clenched her fists. "Who did this? My family has no interest in this war between the Rogue King and the Royals. If they acted, it means they're working with someone"

man waved his hand dismissively. "That is not your concern. Your only

to heal him, I need to

snap of his fingers, the air in the room shifted. Fiona turned sharply as a figure appeared on the canopied bed. lying motionless against the dark

the form of the man on the bed. He appeared to be in his thirties, his features sharp and striking. His brown hair was tousled, the strands falling haphazardly across his forehead. His chest was bare, revealing a network of tattoos that curled across his skin in intricate patterns, some glowing faintly in the dim candlelight. The designs were unlike anything Fiona had seen before-a

had come to associate with rogues. Instead, he smelled

her composure, Fiona turned to the

gestured lazily, giving his permission. "Go

toward the bed slowly, her steps measured. She kept her eyes fixed on the Rogue King, watching for any signs of movement. He lay completely still, his breathing slullow but steady. His skin had an unnatural pallor, and a faint

his arm. "What exactly am I supposed to heal?" she asked, glancing back at the

on the Rogue King's chest glowed brighter for a brief moment before fading again. "The poison lies dormant now, but it is entwined with his essence. His strength keeps it from killing him outright, but it also prevents him from truly living. You

her hand lowering until it hovered just above his skin. She could feel the faint hum of energy beneath her palm, a warning of the magic at play. "If this poison was made by a Rosenthal,"

The

didn't waver, "Does it matter? The method is irrelevant now. What matters

fingers curled into her palm as she straightened, turning back to the cloaked man.

man's smile returned, faint and knowing. "Then his suffering will continue. And you will have squandered an opportunity

a long moment. The Rogue King's life rested in her hands but

I touch

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