Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 103

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"

is not your concern. Your only task

jaw tightened. "If I'm supposed to heal him, I need to see

fingers twitched. With a snap of his fingers, the air in the room shifted. Fiona turned sharply

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 mix of runes and tribal markings that seemed

Instead, he smelled faintly of the earth after a rainstorm, clean and

composure, Fiona turned to the cloaked

man gestured lazily, giving his permission. "Go

lay completely still, his breathing slullow but steady. His skin had an unnatural pallor, and a faint sheen of sweat glistened across his brow

edge of the bed, her fingers hovering above his arm. "What exactly am I supposed to heal?" she

immediately. Instead, he waved a hand, and the tattoos on the Rogue King's chest glowed brighter for a brief moment before fading again. "The poison lies

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

The

it matter? The method is irrelevant

turning back to the

knowing. "Then his suffering will continue. And you will

at him for a long moment. The Rogue King's life rested in her hands but so did the mystery of

touch him!" she

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