Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 117

Lord Rosenthal," Elijah grected as Thomas entered the modest but well-kept Chief's house where Fiona was being cared for. His gaze briefly Tickered in the King and Queen, and he gave a shallow how. "Your Majesties, please make yourselves.comfortable. Thomas barely acknowledged the gesture, his sharp eyes scanning the room. "Where is my daughter?" he demanded, ignoring the offer to sit. His posuture was rigid, as though he were someone who had truly cared aliout the wellbeing of his eldest daughter. Elah straightened, his expression darkening. To outsiders, it looked like he was angry because of Fiona's condition. Only Elijah knew it was because of the shameless man standing before him. This way, Lord Rosenthal, he said, gesturing toward the hallway. I take you to her."

Just as Thomas took a step to follow, a soldier entered the rooms hurriedly, his armor clinking softly. He stopped just short of the King, bowing low, "Your Majesties, a delegation from the Council has arrived. They wish to speak with you."

Thomas turned sharply to the soldier, his brows furrowing. "The Council?" he said. "While their presence is, of course, my daughter's well-being. I will greet them afterward" important, I must prioritize

Elijah suppressed a smirk, playing his part. "Of course, Lord Rosenthal, Fiona's condition comes first," he said smoothly. "I will bring you to her

King Nicholas exchanged a glance with Queen Luna. "Perhaps we should accompany you," the King suggested. "It is rare for us to see a Rosenthal's unique abilities at work."

Thomas hesitated for a moment, but then shook his head. "Your Majesty, it would be better if I were alone with my daughter. Healing her requires focus, and I would not wish to appear disrespectful by excluding the Royals from the process." He also gestured for Elise and Zach to remain in the living room

"I cannot allow that," Elijah said firmly, his gaze locking on Thomas. "Fiona is my mate. There is be alone with her in her vulnerable state." His possessiveness startled not just Thomas but also the King and Queen

King Nicholas arched an eyebrow, intrigued-But he said nothing.

would

permit anyone, even her father, to

"Fiona is mine to protect, Elijah continued. "If Lord Rosenthal wishes to tend to her, I will remain by her side."

into a thin line. "Very well," he said reluctantly. "If that is what you insist upon, I will allow

though only briefly. "And if I may suggest, Your Majesty," he said, addressing the King. "Perhaps you would care to observe! It is rare to witness the healing

understanding of her condition. After all, the poison inside her system is something that was able to affect someone with the ability to heal others. I

between the King, Queen, and Elijah. He clearly disliked the idea but understood that further resistance would only raise suspicion "Very well," he said finally, lais voice tight. "But only the King. Too many people in the room

she simply offered a sympathetic smile, Naturally, she couldn't remove her mask in front of so many people. She could only hope that even Thomas Rosenthal wouldn't be strong enough to heal Fiona! "This way," Elijah gestured for them to follow him toward the second floor

group moved up the stairs and into the narrow

house. "She's wounded. It would have been better if she stayed in the palace where

that is enough" Elijah said as he stopped at the door. Then Elijah paused, turning to Thomas. "Hefore we enter," he said. "You should know

inside. Elijah followest closely, with King Nicholas just behind, closing the door

on the bed, her face pale, her breaths shallow. Elijah moved to her alle immediately, his hand brushing against hers as he sat beside her. "Thomas's eyes narrowed as he took in the scene. Meanwhile, King Nicholas observed from the comer of the

closer to the bed. "For

"For her

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Chapter 117

to Fiona's bedside. He extended his hand, lightly grasping her wrist, his fingers pressing against her pulse. The rhythmic thrum of her heartbeat was steady but faint. His eyes narrowed as he concentrated, his focus sharpening. He knew Fiona was faking the coma. Yet, as his abilnies extended into her,

was poisoned-genuinely

to react. The poison coursing through her veins wasn't superficial. It wasn't a facade or a clever illusion. It was real, and it was deadly. His grip tightened slightly as he delved deeper with his ability, his senses extending

tracked its progress. feeling the

battling the poison with relentless precision. Each time the toxin tore through her tissues, her body fought back, repairing the damage in real-time. It was a vicious cycle-destruction and restoration locked

eless battle.