Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 115

Chapter 115

"Lord Rosenthal "the man seated on the chair greeted, a gentle yet unsettling smile curving his lips.

Thomas frowned as he tried to place the man's fare. He was certain they had never met before. Yet the fact that this stranger had shipped past the heightened senses of the werewolves was cause for alarm. "May I know who you are?" Thomas asked, his voice carefully measured..

"Come

inthe man said, dismissing the question with a wave of his hand. "Close the door.

1. r. You wouldn't want anyone else finding out who I am"

Thomas pursed his lips, his hesitation lingering for a moment. Then, with measured steps, he entered and shut the door behind him.

This man had evaded the werewolves patrolling the border and entered his home without triggering any alarm. This stranger was confident enough to come into his house knowing that he is currently surrounded by werewolves

It could only mean one of two things.

He was powerful.

Perhaps more powerful than Thomas himself. Or he was stupid,

Incredibly stupid.

Sadly. Thomas was leaning on the first one

"Good_"The man smiled. He gracefully got up and walked toward the bar inside the office, examining the variety of alcoholic beverages.

The man's fingers glided over the rows of boules on the bar, pausing occasionally to read the engraved labels. He picked up a particularly ornate bottle, its glass etched with delicate vines and an unfamiliar crest. Holding it up to the firelight, he studied the way the liquid caught the glow.

rare vintage, produced in a small vineyard that no longer exists. The first version of what you now call Moon's Embrace. He chuckled faintly as he examined the label. They refined the process, of course, over the

the door, his posture tense.

it name. Moon's Embrace?"

care. The modern version is still expensive, even for someone of your means. Hut this. He gestured toward the boule. "This is history. A relic

another," he said, awirling the liquid within "A Sangre Noir. The original blend, from 1801 Do you know why it was so special?" Thomas stiffened, but gave a curt

enriched with volcanic ash, the man explained, pouring a small measure of the wine into a crystal glass. "The result! A depth of flavor unmatched even by today's standards. They abandoned the practice after a series of unfortunate accidents.

know a lot

Thomas said.

it, he smiled T100, was a fond of wines since I

younger."

to visit my simple home?" he asked. Earlier, he had realized this person wasn't a werewolf or a

the glass to his lips but didn't drink, Instead, he turned to face Thomas fully, his smile never wavering. "Let's just say I have a fondness for

preserving the wine that was

to you or your ancestors

face, then back to the wine. Something about his words felt

of the room. His fi the nearly arranged tours, pausing on one with a worn leather cover. He

question, Thomas said, his voice Heady despite the tension in his

chuckled softly anal turned, his hand resting on the bookshelf. "Why ask questions when you already know

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Chapter 115

His earlier suspicions had solidified into certainty, but hearing the vampire acknowledge it sent a chill down his spine. Vampires were rare enough to

bloodsucker.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he said, inclining his head

breath hitching as his mind reeled. Vampires had a ranking system based on their lineage and strength. Normal vampires, often referred to as Fledglings, were at the bottom, bound to the commands of their creators. Above them were Thralls, stronger and more independent. often

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