Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 104

"Are you sure you already informed him that I will come back?" Fiona asked for the umpteenth time, looking at the man in a cloak.

"I sent the message the moment you walked through the door."

Fiona pursed her lips. She knew she couldn't trust him, but currently, she didn't have any choice. All the can do now was heal the Rogue King and get out of this place..

She sighed, brushing her fingers across the Rogue King's chest. His skin was cool to the touch, but as soon as her palm rested over the glowing tattoos, a sharp, stinging sensation pricked her fingertips, like a thousand tiny needles pressing into her flesh. She winced, but didn't pull away. Instead, she closed her eyes and focused.

The poison wasn't just a substance-it was alive, weaving through his essence like an invasive parasite. Fiona felt it resisting her, lashing out as her power pushed against its hold. She concentrated harder, her breathing steady, her energy pouring into the task. Slowly, she visualized the poison being drawn out, piece by piece, dissolving under her will

Time became meaningless. The sharp sting evolved into a dull ache in her chest, but she didn't falter. Every thread of poison she unraveled. revealed another, deeper layer. It was intricate, designed to linger and root itself into every fiber of his being. Her hands trembled as she workeil, sweat trickling down her temples.

Finally, the sharp resistance dulled. Fiona opened her eyes slowly, her vision blurred by exhaustion. The Rogue King's chest rose and fell with

fell with steady breaths now, the faint glow of the tattoos dimming to a soft shimmer. She stepped back, barely able to keep herself upright.

said simply, his gaze fixed on her. She accepted it, pressing it to her face to wipe away the sweat. Her hands trembled slightly

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toward a candle that had burned halfway down. "Tour hours," he said, his tone laced with a faint

the most potent parts to stabilize him. Sadly, removing all of them could do

a faint moan, his body shifting slightly on the bed. Fiona straightened, her attention snapping back to him. His brows furrowed as if he were in

A glass of water matenalized on the nightstand beside the

fluttered open. They were a deep, piercing brown, sharp even in their haze of pain. He blinked slowly, his gaze adjusting to the light before his eyes settled on her. For a moment, neither of them

said sofily,

come. The man in the hood stepped closer, taking the glass from the air and placing it into the Rogue

observing him carefully. Though his condition had improved, his strength was still far from restored. She noted the slight tremor in his hand as

the glass back down and leaned his head back against the pillow, his eyes

Rogue King rasped, his voice rough and strained, a testament to his prolonged unconsciousness. His piercing gaze shifted to the hooded man. "Don't tell me you dragged someone out of the hole they were hiding in?" Romero's gaze shifted sharply to Fiona,

her expression neutral as her eyes scanned his

of discomfort or lingering

by her abrupt question. Before he could answer, Fiona continued as if addressing an ordinary patient. "You should avoid exerting yourself for now. Your body is still recovering from the poison, and any strain could undo what I've just done. If you feel dizzy

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