Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 128

"Envoys from the other families?" Fiona frowned and looked at Elijah. The great families" As far as she knew, only two of the great families attended the banquet last time. One was the Rosenthal Family, and the other was the Blackthorne Clan, who sent an Omega to join

the banquet.

Many thought it was an insult, but the King happily welcomed the guest with open arms. This was because the Five Great Families had long distanced themselves from the Royal Family. In fact, some of them had lived so far away from human civilization that only a few older generations of werewolves knew where they were located.

"What family!" Elgah asked.

"All of them have sent an envoy and Regor paused, glancing at Fiona. "They wanted to see the young lady

"Why me?" Fiona

asked: "My father and Elise are here."

"That-Regor looked at Elijah "They didn't say"

Fiona looked at Elijah again.

"Stay here. I will take care of this matter, Elijah said. "Regor, make sure no one goes in or out of this room. Elijah kissed her before he rose from his seat and left the room.

Regor simply nodded.

Once alone. Fiona's lips thinned. Why would they suddenly come now!

Fiona began pacing the room, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She thought about the sudden interest of the Five Great Families She murmured their names under her breath, listing them as if reciting a litany.

"The Blackthornes," she said, her steps slowing. Their unmatched speed and agility made them legends in South America. Their last synonymous with swiftness and precision.

name w

wat

sharply. Eastern Europe's fire manipulators were powerful and unpredictable, their fiery abilities as

been ambiguous, their control over shadows and darkness earning them a reputation

and ethereal abilities setting them apart. It is

thin line. "And the Rosenthals. She straightened, bitterness creeping into her voice. "The healers. The ones with the blood everyone seems to want." Her hand unconsciously brushed against her arm, as if protecting the very thing that had caused so much trouble. Frona's thoughts spuraled. Why now? Why her! It was no secret that she had left the Rosenthal Clan, a fact her father had all but

the attention suddenly on

made her stomach churn. If the

again as she stared toward the curtained window. The faint sound of knocking startled her. It wasn't coming from

out onto a balcony. Her eyes widened as she took in

narrowed, tension knotting her chest as figure shifted. With a deliberate motion, they

as the

before she opened

timing a coincidence!

quipped shamelessly, stepping past her without waiting for an invitation. He glanced around the room with exaggerated admiration, his smirk

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Chapter 128

be doing well," Fiona said

to you. The poison

Regor wouldn't sense the intruder, the privacy enchantments ensured that much. "If you've come for help, I'm afraid I'm a little

scanning her

his arms crossed. "You don't look particularly grateful, Lady Fiona," he said, his gaze schni face. "1expected at least a modicum of appreciation for my efforts Fiona crossed her arms

time!"

smirk widening. He pushed off the wall, stepping closer to her. "I mean for staging everything. If it weren't for my efforts, everyone would think you are working with the Rogue King,

her expression blank. "You're trying to

nodded, clearly unbothered by her skepticism. "Credit where it's due. Now, say it. I'm

what?" Fiona asked, her brow furrowing

mischief as he stood a mere step away from her. "Thank you. Say. Thank you, King Romero, for giving me a new life. That's not too difficult,

disbelief flickering across her features. She stayed silent for a moment, trying to process his audacity. Then, she let out a