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"

waved his hand dismissively. "That is not

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

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

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.

attention most, however, was his scent-or lack thereof. He didn't carry the distinct, feral odor she had come to associate with rogues. Instead, he smelled faintly of the

turned to the cloaked man. "May I

man gestured lazily, giving his permission. "Go

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

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

the tattoos 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

beneath her palm, a warning of the magic at play. "If this poison was made by a Rosenthal," she said slowly. "Then I need to

The

method is irrelevant now. What matters is undoing

fingers curled into her palm as she straightened, turning back to

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

a long moment. The Rogue King's life rested

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