Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 114

ROGUE KING'S BASE

"What did you just say Rogue King Romero's face turned ugly as he processed the scout's report. "Still unconscious? How is that even possible?" He turned towards the hooded man, silently demanding an explanation. It had to be intentional, right?

"Yes. Rogue King." The scout interrupted his thoughts. "It seems that this woman has remained unconscious since they found her. Now, they are saying it was you who poisoned her. The villagers are angry and are demanding that the council do something about the rogues."

"Bullshit!" Romero hissed. That woman poisoned herself? Why was he being dragged into this? Slowly, he calmed his chaotic thoughts and let out a sigh. That's right. It was he who had allowed this to happen, "Any movement?" he asked.

"None" the scour replied. "The council hasn't said anything, not have the Royals. Everyone has been tight-lipped. Many say it's because she's about to die. Others assume she already has and that they're keeping it a secret to avoid the ire of the villagers." The Rogue King snorted. "Keep an eye on them and report immediately if anything changes," he said. Romero waved the scout away, his expression dark and unreadable "Go. Report back if anything happens," he ordered, his tone clipped. The scout nodded, retreating quickly from the chamber

The Rogue King stood in silence, staring at the map sprawled across the large table before him. The room was dim, illuminated only by a few flickering torches, their shadows dancing across the jagged stone walls. His fingers drummed lightly against the edge of the table before he turned toward the corner, where a hooded figure lingered, half-hidden in the shadows

"She's crazy." Romero muttered, his lips curling into a faint, sardonic smile. "Fiona Rosenthal is absolutely insane."

The hooded man stepped forward, his movements fluid, his cloak shifting with a faint whisper. "And yet, you seem amused by all this," he said, his tone laced with curiosity. "You're being framed for poisoning her, the villagers are turning against the rogues, and the council remains silent. This doesn't work in your favor."

Romero's smile deepened, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Doesn't it?" he said, stepping around the table. "Think about it. My enemies now have to ask themselves a very important question: Am I injured? Am I dead? Or worse.. Do I have a poison capable of threatening even a Rosenthal?"

The hooded man tilted his head, considering Romero's words. "A clever ploy," he admitted. "But it doesn't erase the fact that you're being blamed for something you didn't do."

Romero slirugged, his expression cool and detached "Blame is fleeting, but fear? Fear lingers. Let them wonder. Let them doubt. If they believe I'm capable of wielding a poison that could incapacitate even a Rosenthal, they'll hesitate before making a move." The rumors of his supposed injury-of being on the brink of death-had already spread like wildfire Those whispers alone were enough to ignite the imaginations of his enemies. They'd assume Fiona had been taken to heal Rogue King, only to escape before completing the task.

They wouldn't strike unmediately. No, they'd stew in their suspicions, weighing the risks. Was the Rogue King vulnerable, or was this all a ruse? Eventually, their paranoia would push them to attack. And when they did Boom. Dead

The thought alone drew a sharp, fleeting smile across Romero's lip

The hooded man crossed his arms, his gaze sharp beneath the shadow of his hood. "And what of the rogues! Some of them are restless. They've heard the rumors and are enraged. A group has already decided to attack the village where Fiona was taken" Romero paised, his expression unreadable as he mulled over the information. Then, he let out a dry laugh, sluking his head. "Let them"

The hooded man's brows furrowed slightly "You're letting them attack? Unchecked?"

land. "Rogues are rogues for a reason. They're wild, untamed, uncontrollable. If they want to throw themselves at a forubed village them. fi'll keepribe Prince and has lule healers busy, and it'll remind the council just how unpredictable we can be."

He leaned against the table, his sharp gaze fixing on the hood man "II Fiona her out. If

her injuries,

hooded man incloed his head dightly, a glimmer of approval in his eyes. "A

likely take. "But unlike these fools,

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girl?" the hooded man

darkened slightly, his eyes narrowing. "She's a complication," he admitted. "But

do with us."

Crimson Honder's Pack

Thomas Rosenthal frowned at Alpha Criv's words. "A poison that she cannot even heal?" Rosenthal, he knew what Fiona was capabile of. She had the ability to heal

seems impossible." As a

playing a dangerous game,"

Royals Scheming, betrayals, and traitors are normal for them. Thomas pursed his lips, and slowly, a

the dead of night, and he had spent the day with the Alpha, sorting through invites from various clans and packs. As expected, they decided to decline

"Lord Rosenthal"

cast long shadows across the path, and the air between them

his shoulders squaring as though preparing for battle. "It's about Fiona," he said, his voice measured. "I've been thinking- I believe it's time I bring her back

an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he resumed walking. "Bring her back" he echoed, motioning for Zach

jaw tightening. "Her absence has brought shame upon the pack. Her actions have left questions unanswered and wounds unticaled. But at the end of the day. Fiona is my wife. I am her

He turned to face Zach, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at his lips. "You believe bringing Fiona back would solve these.. issues!

"And wh

tone edging

his eyes remained cold. "You have a

yone truly

said. "Bat Fiona-she's different. She's the only one worthy of bring Luna, She's been blessed by the goddess hersell. No one