Contract With The Alpha King
Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Fiona squared her shoulders, her glare fixed on the hooded man. "You promised to let me go, she said. Her gaze shifted to Romero, who now lounged against the pillows, a dark robe draped over his broad shoulders.

Romero's presence hilled the room with an air of dominance-something that Fiona disliked. His features, now fully illuminated, were sharply defined his jawline strong, his cheekbones high, and his piercing brown eyes alight with a dangerous spark. His hair, still tousled from his time unconscious, framed his face in a way that only added to his smug demeanor. The tattoos across his chest and neck seemed to pulse faintly under the fabric of his robe, like living shadows coiled beneath his skin.

Romero smirked, his gaze leisurely sweeping over Fiona. "He may have promised," he said, gesturing lazily toward the hooded man. "But I didn't"

Fiona's expression hardened, her jaw tightening as she turned to the hooded figure. "You said your word bound this agreement," she said. "Sos something."

The hooded man remained silent, his gaze darting briefly between Fiona and Romero. A faint shrug of his shoulders was his only response.

say

Romero chuckled, sitting up straighter and leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees. "My word is the law in these walls," he said, his smirk widening. "And I don't recall giving it

Fiona's frown deepened. She met Romero's gaze unflinchingly. "So the great Rogue King has no regard for honor? For all your power, you're nothing but a liar?"

falter. "Careful, healer. You're speaking to the man who decides whether you walk out of here

Romero's eyes darkened, though his smirk didn't fal alive."

Fiona took a step closer. "And you're speaking to the woman who just saved your life. You owe me. Unless, of course, the mighty Rogue King is too proud to admit his life was in my hands."

Romero's smile froze briefly before shifting into something colder, more calculating. "Owe you?" he said, leaning back. "You came here to repay a debt that was made by the one who harmed me. Don't confuse my survival with your charity"

"Charity?" Fiona raised an eyebrow, her head tilting slightly as she regarded him. "That's rich, coming from a man who's spent the last month sleeping off a poison he couldn't handle. Without me, you'd still be rotting in that bed."

For a while, Romero's expression was unreadable. Then, to Fiona's surprise, he laughed-a low, mocking sound. "You're bold," he said, his gaze sharpening. "Most people tremble in my presence, yet here you are, arguing with me like I'm one of your patients." "Maybe that's because you're acting like one. Ungrateful and stubborn. And here I thought the Rogue King was supposed to inspire respect."

Romero's jaw tightened briefly, the only sign her words had struck a nerve. He leaned forward again, his eyes locking onto hers. "You should tread carefully, healer. My patience has limits."

"So does mine. You're welcome to test it, but I'm warning you now-y

now-you won't like the results"

The room fell into a tense silence as the hooded man shifted slightly, his gaze flicking between the two, but he said nothing.

Romero studied Fiona for a long moment, his lips curving into a faint smirk once more. "You're different," he said, almost to himself. "Most would have begged by now."

"Most," Fiona said, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't Rosenthals"

Romero's smirk deepened, though his eyes gleamed with something unreadable. "No, they're not. Perhaps that's why I'll allow you to stay-for

now.

Fiona's eyes narrowed. "Allow me to stay? I don't recall Lasking for y

your permission"

"You're in my domain, healer. Everything that happens here is by my will. Don't forget that."

Fiona tilted her head, her smirk mirroring his. "And don't forget who kept that will from disappearing altogether. You might want to rethink how you treat the person who just pulled you back from the edge." Romero said nothing for a moment, his snurk fading into a thoughtful expression. The tension in the room didn't case, but there was a flicker of something in his gaze-respect, curiosity, or perhaps both. "Do you think I wouldn't dare kill you because you saved me?" he asked.

"Do you think I was stupid enough to save you without leaving myself a way out?" she snapped back.

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Chapter 105

Almost immediately, the Rogue King's face twisted with anger. Seeing this, Fiona smirked. "Did you forget why you were unconscious? Or should I remind you how a Rosenthal's blood made you that way?" His gaze narrowed at her. The pressure in the room suddenly shifted. "You poisoned me."

"Did P?" Fiona smiled

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She watched as the hooded man approached the Rogue King and touched his wrist. "There is nothing there," the hooded man

"Nothing that you can detect. Fiona smiled.

"If you've done something to me, you'd better undo it now," he growled.

"Poisoning someone, healing them, or even killing them with just a touch-it's all within my reach Fiona didn't flinch. "Do you think I would just heal you without assurance that I can still leave this place alive?"

The room seemed to hum with tension as Romero's piercing eyes narrowed, and the air felt heavier, as though his anger had taken physical form "Remove it," he demanded, his voice low but menacing.

Fiona shrugged "Remove what, exactly? If our hooded friend here claims there's nothing, maybe there truly was nothing. Or."-her eyes shifted to the cloaked figure-"Perhaps there's something even a witch can't detect."

The hooded figure moved closer to Romero, his fingers delicately probing Romero's wrist, "She's right," he confirmed after a moment. "There's no trace of anything unusual. But she's a Rosenthal. Her kind could-" He stopped when he saw Romero's expression. "What did you do!!" Romero asked.

Fiona smiled, taking a small step forward. "You're questioning the wrong things, Rogue King. Did I poison you? Or am I simply reminding you that

I can?"

His hands gripped the chair's armrests as his expression twisted into one of restrained fury. "You play

play a dangerous game, healer"

Fiona's smirk widened. "I didn't come here to play games. I came because I wanted to meet the infamous Rogue King-the one who made the villagers suffer, who destroyed their homes without mercy. I wanted to see what kind of man would justify such cruelty" "You came willingly!" It wasn't exactly a question. By now, the Rogue King knew Fiona wasn't afraid of him.

"Did you think I was dragged here because I had no choice? Your Arlen barely held herself together when she stepped foot in that enchanted room. let alone had the strength to truly compel me. I agreed to come because I wanted answers. And I wanted to see for myself if the great Rogue King was worth the trouble he's caused"

Romero's face twisted further, his anger bubbling beneath the surface. "You dare mock me? The Rogue King?" he said, his voice heavy

accusation.

y with

"Remember this, Rogue King" Fiona held her ground, stepping even closer to the bed. "I saved you because I could. Because I wanted you alive." Then she smiled. "And I could kill you if I wanted you dead. You owe me. It's not the other way around."