Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 120

"I don't like them." Elise said as the maid closed the door of the room she would stay in at the palace. This was the first time she had heard some people praise and curse someone at the same time, all while wearing beautiful smiles on their faces. "I don't like everyone here."

She looked at her father, who had a grave expression on his face. "Why aren't we leaving?" she asked. "Fiona is fine. Why must we stay in this place and endure those those things!" She couldn't even call them people anymore. She waited for her father to respond. "Father aren't you going to

"We are staying here. You are staying here. Thomas said. He looked at her as he emphasized the word "you" "You will be staying in this place. You will entertain the council members and the Royals. Talk to them. I don't care. Just get them off my back." "Me!" Elise's expression tumed ugly. "What are you talking about? What about you?" He was the current head of the clan. He should be the one doing all the talking. Why was he dragging her into this matter?

"I will be sering Fiona"

Then I will come with you" After all, she was Fiona's sister. It was only understandable that she would worry about her sister.

really

not understand anything, do you?" he asked.

Elise pursed her lips. "I know that you healed Fiona instead of

"I did not heal your sister."

"What?" Elise's jaw tightened as she glared at her father.

Your sister wanted me to heal her. I am simply doing what she wanted me to do."

"You're

're up to something, aren't you?" she accused. Her arms crossed as she leaned against the dresser. "You expect me to believe you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart! Fiona is the mate of a Prince now, Father. One wrong move, and you'll have the entire Royal Family on your back.

snorted, his eyes narrowing as he met her gaze. "And what would they say! That a father showing concern for his daughter is suspicious!" He straightened his coat with deliberate precision. "Let them. I am merely playing my role-a caring father who healed his poisoned daughter. A role everyone,

end Fiona's life, but why was he taking such a risk! "If Fiona dies while you are beside her that prince. She thought of

They did not specifically follow the rules the Royals

toward the door with the same calculated calm that infuriated her. "Do

palms. "Father, you're being reckless!" she said sharply. "Do you

glancing back at her with a faint smirk. "Nothing will go wrong. And even if it does, I am prepared to

he raised a hand, silencing her. "Focus on your role. Smile, talk, distract them-whatever you need to do to keep them from prying.

could respond, Thomas operied the door and stepped out, letting it close softly behind him. His absence left

hubbled over. She grabbed the nearest objecta decorative vase-and hurled it across the POUILL It

sound echoing in the stillness.

of porcelain on the floor. She felt trapped, used, and abandoned all at once. No matter how much she tried to deny it, her father's plans always left her feeling like a pawn on his chessboard "Isn't it shameless for you to linger here," Elijah began as

1/3

120 PM.

Chapter 120

tightened his eyes drifting to the staircase leading to the second floor of the cabin where Fiona rested, he hated how Elgah had been using the word 'mate since they arrived. Mate here. Mate these. Isn't that tiring? "I didn't ask to speak with you so you could throw insults he phed, keeping his voice calm "I wanted to discuss what's best for Fiona, She'd recover faster if

sudden movement silenced Zach mid-sentence. Elijah didn't say a word as he moved toward

please," Zach said hastily, rising to his feet. He reached out as if to stop him, but Elijah sidestepped the gesture effortlessly and turned to face him, one brow raised

refusing to

familiar surroundings," he insisted. "She's a Grimson Howler. She belongs with her pack. The pack house

if the conversation bored him. "And stop wasting my time with this

stopped abruptly, as if struck by an epiphany. He pivoted on

addressing her by her

confused. What was he talking

to an underachieving student. Then he frowned, tilting his head as if reconsidering. "No, scratch that. Address her as Her Highness. She is my wife now. The wife