Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 121

*Lam glad thus Lady Firma is going to recover very soon," Carissa saad with a smile. She gestured for one of i her servants to pour tea for both of them. This tea is something that my father received from the werewolves in the Arabian countries. Please have some." Cansu's smile was as verente as the calm before a storm. She gracefully lifted her teacup, her movements composed. How could someone lift a teacup like that Zach wondered. While he had grown up anund the sons and claughters of Alplus, this was the first time he had spoken to wineone like Carissa who seemed tiso delicate vei intimidating at the same time.

"I must say, 40% remarkable how Lady Fiona hay managed to heal so many despite what she had been through, despite her past." Carissa began, her eyes glanting as she glanced at Zach. "Not many could endure sinch pain anil still think of others.

Zach'shrow furrowed as he stirred his tea absently. Tiona's always been.... determined, he saal carefully, unsure of where this conversation was beadute Suspicwin lingered beneath his words, though he didn't voice it outright. If she wasn't determined, she wouldn't have revealed their mamage troubles in frvant of the Prince and divorced him

Carissa's lips curved into a soft smile. "Determinest, indeed, h's a rare quality. To have such selflessness and skill-is no wonder the villagers revere her" She leaned slightly forward, her gaze locking onto Zach's. "You must have seen it firsthand, how they look at her with such respect. It must have been... davalt, losing her"

zach stiffened, his fingers tightening around his teacup. "What's your point, Lady Carissa?"

Canssa tilted her head, her expression feigning innocence. "I only mean to say that such a gift as hers shouldn't be taken for granted. Lady Fiona's alluses are extraordinary, wouldn't you agreet To heal so many, to bring hope to people who had none-it's the kind of influence most can only dream of

Zach's jaw lightened, but he didn't interrupt. Her words, carefully chosen, struck a nerve. He couldn't deny the truth in what she was saying. As a child, he had always marveled at the Rosenthal family's unique ability, a gift he once believed was meant solely for the pack He had grown up thinking it would be a source of pride, something that could elevate his own status within their ranks. But Fiona had ruined that luxion. She had convinced everyone she hadhit awakened, pretending to be some pathetic nobody. She had hidden her gift, keeping it a secret until she revealed in here, far from the pack that should have benefited from her power

a bitter

took a

partner by her side. Someone who understands her worth, someone who can help her channel her potential to its fullest. Don't you think so,

clink "She has Prince Elijah now," he said, his tone flat but his words betraying the bitterness that lingered beneath the surface. He hated hearing the Prince mention the word mate over and over again. As if

placed her cup down and folded her hands neatly in her lap. "Ah, but that's where things become... interesting," she said, her gaze dropping momentarily as though in thought. "Trince

you trying to

that Lady Fiona deserves someone who sees her for who she truly is. Someone who

Fiona-knew her strengths, her desires Could Elijah trally give her the

cross his face, her smile growing ever so slightly. "Of course," she continued, her tone light as she picked up her pain. "These are just observations. But if you truly care for Lady Fiona, wouldn't you

movements slower

and composed. "Only that you consider what you've seen, Mr. Yelchin Lady Fiona's abolitors and companion-they need someone who will amplify them, not stifle them. Someone who can reinind her of where she truly belongs Soun risigh, Prince Elijah will sit on the theme. Once that happens, Lady Fiora will surely sit next to him. However..." She smiled. "Is that really something that Lady Fiona would want? Sitting on that thronet Not being able to use her abilities Being always wary of poison, of people who could rod her life while she's sleeping. Do you think she belongs in that

a thin line as he studied her. "And where, exactly, do you

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