Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 105

Fiona squared her shoulders, her glare fixed on the hooded man. "You promised to let me go, she said. Her gaze shifted to Romero, who now lounged against the pillows, a dark robe draped over his broad shoulders.

Romero's presence hilled the room with an air of dominance-something that Fiona disliked. His features, now fully illuminated, were sharply defined his jawline strong, his cheekbones high, and his piercing brown eyes alight with a dangerous spark. His hair, still tousled from his time unconscious, framed his face in a way that only added to his smug demeanor. The tattoos across his chest and neck seemed to pulse faintly under the fabric of his robe, like living shadows coiled beneath his skin.

Romero smirked, his gaze leisurely sweeping over Fiona. "He may have promised," he said, gesturing lazily toward the hooded man. "But I didn't"

Fiona's expression hardened, her jaw tightening as she turned to the hooded figure. "You said your word bound this agreement," she said. "Sos something."

The hooded man remained silent, his gaze darting briefly between Fiona and Romero. A faint shrug of his shoulders was his only response.

say

Romero chuckled, sitting up straighter and leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees. "My word is the law in these walls," he said, his smirk widening. "And I don't recall giving it

Fiona's frown deepened. She met Romero's gaze unflinchingly. "So the great Rogue King has no regard for honor? For all your power, you're nothing but a liar?"

falter. "Careful, healer. You're speaking to the man who decides whether you walk out of here

Romero's eyes darkened, though his smirk didn't fal alive."

Fiona took a step closer. "And you're speaking to the woman who just saved your life. You owe me. Unless, of course, the mighty Rogue King is too proud to admit his life was in my hands."

Romero's smile froze briefly before shifting into something colder, more calculating. "Owe you?" he said, leaning back. "You came here to repay a debt that was made by the one who harmed me. Don't confuse my survival with your charity"

"Charity?" Fiona raised an eyebrow, her head tilting slightly as she regarded him. "That's rich, coming from a man who's spent the last month sleeping off a poison he couldn't handle. Without me, you'd still be rotting in that bed."

a while, Romero's expression was unreadable. Then, to Fiona's surprise, he laughed-a low, mocking sound. "You're bold," he said, his gaze sharpening. "Most people tremble in my presence, yet here you are, arguing with me like I'm one of your patients." "Maybe that's because you're acting like one. Ungrateful and stubborn. And here I thought the Rogue King was supposed

briefly, the only sign her words had struck a nerve. He leaned forward again, his eyes locking onto hers. "You should tread carefully, healer. My patience has

You're welcome to test it, but

like

shifted slightly, his gaze

moment, his lips curving into a faint smirk once more. "You're different," he said, almost to himself. "Most would have begged

Fiona said, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't

gleamed with something unreadable. "No, they're not. Perhaps

now.

stay? I don't recall Lasking

your permission"

Everything that happens here is by my

from disappearing altogether. You might want to rethink how you treat the person who just pulled you back from the edge." Romero said nothing for a moment, his snurk fading into a thoughtful expression. The tension in the room didn't case, but there was a flicker of something

enough to save you

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Chapter 105

with anger. Seeing this, Fiona smirked. "Did you forget why you were unconscious? Or should I remind you how a Rosenthal's blood made you that way?" His gaze narrowed at her. The

"Did P?" Fiona smiled

-

and touched his wrist. "There

you can detect.

me, you'd better

my reach Fiona didn't flinch. "Do you think I would just heal you without assurance