Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 110

Crimson Howler's Pack

Elise sighed as she slumped deeper into the plush couch inside her father's office. The room, lined with shelves of leather-bound books and lit by a single dim lamp, felt stifling. Papers were stacked neatly on the large oak desk where Lord Thomas Rosenthal sat, reviewing the latest reports.

"Father," Elise began, pulling her legs up onto the couch. "The Alpha said he declined a few more invitations from other packs again."

Lord Rosenthal didn't look up from the letter he was holding, his expression unreadable as always. He simply nodded, his fingers drumming once against the polished wood of the desk before he set the paper aside.

"It's been non-stop since the incident," Elise continued, her voice laced with exasperation. "Ever since Fiona pulled off that ridiculous display, it's like everyone is crawling out of the woodwork, desperate to get into our good graces. Alphas, council members, even rogue! Gifts, letters, proposals -our pack is drowning in attention."

Lord Rosenthal leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes flicking toward his daughter. "Did you expect anything less?" he said, his tone dry. "A Rosenthal flaunts their abilities in front of an audience, and the vultures come circling. This is the world we live in, Elise." Elise scowled, folding her arms across her chest. "And what about Fiona? Any news?"

Lord Rosenthal snorted, the sound carrying a mix of irritation and amusement. He picked up another letter, scanning its contents briefly before tossing it aside. "She's doing her best to attract as much attention as possible, apparently."

Elise frowned, straightening in her seat. "What has she done this time?"

Lord Rosenthal pushed his chair back slightly, resting his elbows on the armrests as he regarded Elise. "She's shown off her ability, that's what she's done. She made herself the talk of every pack in the world by going around and healing villagers, omegas and the weak. Her name is being praised as if she's some divine savior. At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if she ends up touring every pack in the territory, healing their sick and injured like some traveling miracle worker."

Elise's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and disbelief crossing her face. "Why would she do that? The Fiona I knew hated attention. She went out of her way to avoid it."

gave a humorless chuckle, rising from his chair. He walked over to the window, the faint light of the moon casting his features in sharp relief. "Then perhaps," he said. "You don't

furrowing as she tried to process his words. "What does that even mean?"

couch.

"Your plan... I mean..." She cleared her throat. "Do you still plan on killing her for

her to her core. How could a father decide to kill his own daughter just

she left the palace, Prince Elijah has been with her, protecting

before shaking her head. "She must have something on him." Elise refused to believe this was just because she was a Rosenthal. Why would a prince help Fiona without

healer.

her father

Rosenthal turned, his gaze sharp. "That's the question, isn't it?" Without another word, he strode toward

just walk away, Father," she called after him. "You're not even going to tell

his hand resting on the doorframe. He glanced back at her, his expression unreadable. "Figure it out yourself," he said before stepping out, the door

quiet office, Elise sank back onto the couch, her mind swirling with questions. Since Fiona left, everything around her had

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into the chair opposite her daughter, her

father to actually go through with killing Fiona-of course not-but she was sick of the relentless attention her sister seemed to command. Fiona did this. Fiona

Elise stood, brushing off invisible creases from her skirt as she made her way