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.

Chateau de Lune. A 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 centuries. But the original

door, his posture tense. "I'm not familiar with

it name. Moon's Embrace?"

onto the bar with deliberate 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

Sangre Noir. The original blend, from 1801 Do

into a crystal glass. "The result! A depth of flavor unmatched even by today's

know a

Thomas said.

smiled T100, was

younger."

only confirmed to his initial suspicions. "Now, why would a vampire suddenly decide to visit my simple home?" he asked. Earlier, he had realized this person wasn't a werewolf or a lycan. There were so many creatures in the supernatural world that

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

"Like how you're preserving the wine that was

or your ancestors

to the wine. Something about his words felt deliberately layered, as

the far side of the room. His fi the nearly arranged tours, pausing on one with a worn leather cover. He tilted his head as though reading the title amused

Thomas said, his voice Heady despite

bookshelf. "Why ask questions when you already know the

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sent a chill down his spine. Vampires were rare enough to encounter, but one who could slip, past the wards and

bloodsucker.

to introduce myself," he said, inclining his head ever so

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 used as enforcers by their superiors. At the top were the Nobles, whose ranks mirrored human aristocracy: Barons, Viscounts, Earls, Marquesses, and Dukes. Each level signified not only political power

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