Contract With The Alpha King
Chapter 123

Chapter 123

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"If you wanted to feel better, yourshouldn't have stayed in this place, Lond Rowenthil the room. It was small, a cabin that would fit an omega. "You are embarrassing the name of the Rosenthal,"

"If you have nothing good to say, then you better leave," Fiona sail as she fixed her hair. "You are not needed here."

"Is that hom you talk to your father?" he senedl

Fiona sitcerest, but said nothing

"You can tell that prince of yours to leave. I have something in discuss with you," Thomas ordered. He could feel Prince Elijah standing outside, waiting for Tuma to finish fixing hersell for the event at dir silace.

Fiona smorted, "bach it entertaining that you come in here and make some demands?" she asked, turning to face her father. The old man had arrived just as she was almost done with her preparations. She never thought he would actually be this shameless and start ordering her around! Did he think this was the packhouse" "The only reason he agreed to leave is because I asked him to?

Lond Rosenthawed his eyes. He straightened his back as if he wanted to appear even taller than Fiona Seeing this, Fiona smirked. I believe there is no way you would come in here without something important on your minil. Pray tell, Father." she smiled, a smile that didn't reach her ryes. """Why waste your time with someone like met

Lord Rosenthal's eyes narrowed as he took a step closer, his hands clasped behind his back. "I'll forgive your behavior for now," he said, his gaze flickering toward the door. "I understand this sudden burst of courage comes from the prince standing outside. You wouldn't dare speak this way i

Tot for him"

Fiona didn't flinch. Instead, she tilted her head, a falm smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she raised an eyebrow. She said nothing, her silence a deliberate act of defiance.

Thomas straightened, his sharp gaze assessing her. "How did you learn to manipulate poison in your blood?" he asked abruptly, his words slicing through the tension in the room. That isn't something someone of your limited experience should even attempt." Fiona's short was soft but dismissive. She turned away, smoothing a crease in her dress. "I don't know what you're talking about. Father"

Thomas's eyes narrowed further, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "What you did to yourself was reckless and foolish," he said. "That technique is far too dangerous, even for someone with decades of training. You shouldn't have survived it, let alone controlled it." Fiona turned back to him. "Elaborate," she said. "What exactly are you accusing me of?"

Thomas's lips pressed into a thin line. "Make the prince leave," he said after a pause. Then I'll tell you

Fiona raised an eyebrow, her smile unfaltering. Without another word, she moved to the door, opening it to reveal Elijah leaning casually against the frame. His arms were crossed, and the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth told her all she needed to know. "You heard everything" Fiona said plainly, her tone almost anused.

Elijah didn't move: "I did

She studied him for a moment before sighing. "I can handle him," she said. "It won't take long."

Elijali's eyes didn't leave hers, the hesitation clear in his stance, Finally, after a long moment, he gave a slight no. "I'll be just outside," he said, his gare shutting briefly to Thomas before he stepped away.

closed tar door behind him, turning to face her father. "Well?" she said, folding her

Thomas's rapressanti was calculating as he began to pace slowly. "For years, I believed Elise was the one blessed by the goddess," he said, his steps deliberate. "She had the ability to lical-it seemed clear. But her abilities have plateaued. She's never advanced beyond simple healing, never duplayed the precision or control required to manipulate her own blood."

Fiona remained still, watching him with a mix of curiosity and wariness. She was really curious about this old man's motive. Was it just because of

Thomas stopped paring, his gaze locking onto hers. "And yet, here you are. Poison coursing through your veins, your body simultaneously destroying and repairing itself with a level of control that shouldn't be possible for somesse who only awakened their abilities not long ago." Fiona didn't respond, her face a mask of calm as she let him continue

"Perhaps I was wrong" Thomas admitted, though the words came with difficulty. "Perhaps you were the one blessed by the goddess. But because you and Elise were born so close to one another, she received a fragment of that blessing. It would explain why both of you have healing abilities-

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one far superior the other merely adequate."

Fiona's lips twitched. "A fragment" she repeated. "That's your theory!"

Thomas's gaze hardened. "Do not mock me, Fiona What you did with the poison is not normal, not natural. It is something even I would hesitate

to attempt."

"Then maybe" Fiona said lightly. "You should reconsider underestimating me."

Thomas's jaw tightened, his fists clenching briefly at his sides. "If what I suspect is true, then you're more dangerous than even you realize. And you'll need guidance."

Fiona's smile widened, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Guidance? From you? That's rich."

Thomas ignored her jab, his focus unwavering. "You think you've won, don't you?" he said. "You think that prince out there will protect you forever. But mark my words. Fiona-you don't know the half of what you've inherited. And when the time comes, you'll regret not listening to me."

Fiona's gaze didn't waver. "You're right," she said. "I don't know half of it. But here's the thing. Father-I don't need to. I've done just fine figuring in out on my own."

Thomas's lips pressed into a thin line, his frustration barely contained.

"I will guide you." Lord Rosenthal declared abruptly. His expression was so strained. Fiona nearly burst into applause. He looked as though he'd swallowed his pride-and possibly his own blood. His attempts at gravitas fell flat, and Fiona could only attribute his lack of finesse to his upbringing outside the palace. "I will help you control your ability, provide the guidance you need. But only if you return to the pack," he continued

Fiona arched an eyebrow, her lips pressing into a thin line. She itched to hurl a biting retort but restrained herself, letting the silence speak louder than words

When she didn't respond, her father pressed on. "The ability you possess is extraordinary, far beyond what anyone could anticipate. Without proper guidance from someone who understands it, your body could suffer irreparable harm-or worse, it could kill you." Still, Fiona said nothing. Her only response was a deliberate smile, one that didn't reach her eyes. She already knew his angle, his manipulations. But this time, she vowed, he wouldn't succeed.

"End my life!" Fiona finally broke the silence.

Thomas's expression remained grave as he fixed his gaze on her. If Fiona hadn't endured his cruelty firsthand, she might have been swayed by his sincerity. "So, let me get this straight," she continued, her voice laced with mockery. "You're saying I must return to the pack, or I'll die!" This time, she couldn't suppress the laugh bubbling in her chest. It escaped, sharp and bitter. "Father, I've already escaped that hell. What on earth makes you think I'd willingly go back with you?"