Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 119

What happened back then only showed the abilities of the Rosenthal family" Councilman Lacson said, his gaze fixed on the King. "Your Majesty, we need the Rosenthal family"

"I agree with Councilman Larson. This matter should be discussed with their Pack Alpha. We need the Rosenthal family," Councilwoman Mariya Weeson chimed in. Her voice was calm, almost rehearsed, as though she had been waiting for the perfect moment to interject. "I mean, with the threats of both the Lycans and Rogues-

"Slow down.." King Nicholas interrupted, pinching the bridge of his nose as irritation flickered across his face. "I believe this isn't the time for that" His eyes swept the room, noting how eager the council members were to voice their opinions. Their enthusiasm wasn't for the kingdom-it never was. He sighed, already tired of the political maneuvering.

These people only wanted what would benefit them. The well-being of the werewolf community was always an afterthought, a convenient pretense to push their agendas. Did they not realize how transparent they had become?

"Lady Fiona was just healed, King Nicholas continued. "I don't think her father is going to leave the kingdom immediately. We have time to discuss these matters once Lady Fiona wakes up. His gaze shifted to the Queen, who remained unusually silent. Then he smiled, though the expression didn't reach haveyes. "Tonight, there will be an event, and I would like you all to attend. Especially for Lord Rosenthal"

"Your Majesty, I don't think there is a need for that," Lord Rosenthal said as he stepped into the tent. His voice carried an edge, drawing the attention of everyone present "I only came here to ensure my daughter's recovery. There is no need for such flair." "Lord Rosenthal, let's not forget that the poison Lady Fiona endured isn't something an ordinary werewolf could survive," Queen Luna said, stepping forward. Her tone was steady, but her hands were clasped tightly, betraying her uncase, "Please, let us honor your efforts. I beg of you"

The room fell silent, a tension thick enough to choke. All eyes turned to Thomas, waiting for his response. He smiled faintly, a polite expression that did little to mask his growing irritation. "I apologize, but-"

"Lord Rosenthal Councilman Lacson interjected smoothly. "Your daughter healed hundreds of people. She is a hero. If we do not show the same hospitality to her father, the villagers-and even the kingdom-might think we are still thinking about politics. Please, for the sake of the kingdom's peace."

their feigned reverence and subtle manipulation only made her more irritated.

know peace if it struck them across their pompous faces. Every syllable they uttered was a calculated move, designed to further their own interests under the guise

just matter of celebration. It is a symbol of unity-a reassurance to the kingdom that even in times of strife, we come together

werewolves circling prey, each vying to carve

To refuse such an honor might be misunderstood by the people. They may see it as indifference to their struggles." The implication in Larson's words was clear, though masked

her posture regal and her gaze calculating. "Lady Fiona's actions saved countless lives and your efforts today have ensured her survival. It is only fitting that we acknowledge this publicly.

of her words linger-"Even among

concern for discord had nothing to do with the villagers or packs. She was worried about losing

but my priority is my daughter's recovery. I do not require recognition for doing my duty as her father." He wasn't done. He could still stay next to Fiona while she recovers' He needed to know how Fiona was able to control her ability like that. He needed

gaze flickering to the council members before settling on Thomas. "Lord Rosenthal," he said. "This is not merely about recognition. It is about showing the people that we stand together in times of hardship. The kingslom looks to its leaders

reassurance

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cared about appearances. About placating the masses just enough to maintain their grip on