Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 117

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."

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 abilities of a

fascinating idea." Queen Luna's eyes glimmered with interest. "It would provide us with a better understanding of her condition. After all, the poison inside her system is something that was able to affect someone with the ability to heal

flicking 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 will hinder the

She could only hope that even Thomas Rosenthal

up the stairs and into the narrow

Thomas said, clearly unimpressed by the small house. "She's wounded. It would

since she arrived. I believe 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 that Fiona's condition bus

nothing, pushing past him and stepping inside. Elijah followest closely, with

breaths shallow. Elijah moved to her alle immediately, his hand brushing against hers as he sat beside

sail, stepping closer to the bed. "For

slightly forward. "For her

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Chapter 117

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, probing her body's condition,

body was poisoned-genuinely

facade or a clever illusion. It was real, and it was deadly. His grip tightened slightly as he

a mind of its own. He tracked its progress. feeling the faint echoes of its destruction. Her liver was under strain, her

the poison with relentless precision. Each time the toxin tore through her tissues, her body fought back, repairing the damage in real-time. It

eless battle.

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