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."

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

her brow furrowing as she tried to process his words. "What does that

couch.

mean..."

to her core. How could a father decide to kill his own daughter just because she broke some old rules? She pursed her lips.

palace, Prince Elijah has been

response. She thought of the prince for a while 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 some sort of compensation? "Perhaps

healer.

father didn't

gaze sharp. "That's the question, isn't it?" Without another word, he strode toward the door, his boots echoing against the hardwood

watching him leave. "You can't just walk away, Father," she called after him. "You're not even going to tell me what you think

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

Elise sank back onto the couch, her mind swirling with questions. Since Fiona left, everything around her had completely changed And Elise

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your

gaze sweeping the room before settling on Elise. She sank into the chair opposite her daughter, her presence commanding even in the quiet. "What is Fiona doing

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 did that. It was exhausting, like the whole world had suddenly

off invisible creases from her skirt as she made her way to the