Contract With The Alpha King
Chapter 131

Chapter 131

"Your" The Queen suddenly rose from her seat. "What have you-

The Queen fell silent as Fiona's soft chuckle broke the tension, quickly growing into a full-blown laugh that echoed through the room. Leaning back in her chair, her eyes danced with amusement. "Your Majesty, please, calm your heart," she said, her hands raised in a soothing gesture. "I was merely jesting. Do you truly think I'd be foolish enough to do something like that?" Her gaze shifted pointedly to Lady Mathias. "With someone watching

"Are you mocking me?" the queen seethed. "Do you see the lives of my people as joke!"

"Most definitely not, your majesty," Fiona said. "I would never harm your people

The Queen's lips tightened as she studied Fiona's expression. Fiona's smile softened into something almost playful as she turned her attention back to Lady Mathews. "But." Fiona continued, "she might feel a little inch

Almost immediately, Lady Mathias's hand twitched. Her fingers moved to scratch at her wrist, then her neck, and then back to her hands again. A faint redness began to appear on her skin as she scratched harder, her movements growing frantic "Stop this," the Queen ordered sharply, her glare fixed on Fiona. "Whatever you've done, remove it at once. Remove this curse, now!"

Fiona stood gracefully, smoothing her dress as she approached Lady Mathias, who was now visibly distressed, scratching at her arms and neck. "There's no curse, Fiona said, her expression calm. "No spell. No magic. That's why even a witch couldn't heal it." She stepped closer to Lady Mathias, whose wolf instincts flared as she took a step back. Fiona tilted her head slightly, her smile never faltering. "Relax" she said. "I'm only going to heal you

Lady Mathias hesitated, glancing nervously at the Queen, but after a moment, she allowed Fiona to touch her face. Fiona's hand rested lightly against her skin, and within seconds, the redness faded. Relief washed over Lady Mathias's face as she exhaled deeply, her shoulders relaxing,

The Queen's eyes narrowed as she watched the scene unfold. "What did you do to her?" she asked, her words clipped.

Fiona stepped back, folding her hands neatly in front of her. "Poison," she said simply. The opposite of healing is poison. It's as natural to us as breathing." Her gaze flicked to Lady Mathias before returning to the Queen "Nothing permanent, of course. I wouldn't be so cruel. But it served its purpose"

The Queen's posture stiffened, her lingers tightening on the armrest of her chair. "Are you telling me you're capable of poisoning anyone with just a step closer

Fiona's smile turned enigmatic as she met the Queen's piercing gaze. "That," she hid, is a Rosenthal secret. Something only our family knows" The Queen's lips pressed into a thin line, her displeasure evident, but she said nothing. Fiona's expression remained serene as she took a to the Queen her movements deliberate and confident. "Are you convinced now?" she asked, her eyes lockitig with the Queen's The Queen's glare dadn't falter. After a long moment, she pursed her lips and glanced at Lady Mathias, who was still recovering from the o Fiona's smule deepened. "Good," she said. "Then I believe we understand each other, Your Majesty," She returned to her seat, picking up her teacup with a calmness that belied the storm she had just unleashed.

ordeal.

The Queen picked up her teacup but didn't drink from it. Her gaze lingered on the delicate floral pattern as her thoughts churned. She had been the our to send the letter to Rogue King Romero, offering him a quiet opportunity to take Fiona, It was a calculated move. With Fiona gone. Elijah would be more malleable, Without his mate, he would no longer have his greatest weakness-or strength.

The Queen's lips dunned as she thought of Romero. Rumor had it he was wounded, and his forces were weakened. That was why he tried to take Fiona-a desperate king willing to take a risk just so Fiona could heal him. But the plan had failed spectacularly. Fiona had escaped, and Elijah had swooped in to save her, caring sympathy and admiration from the Werewolf community. Instead of weakening Elijah the Rogue King's plan had

rijgthened his position

This was precisely why the, the Q desired Fiona for his own purposes. Want that a mutually beneficial arrangement?

Queen of Werewolves, had chosen to send him the letter. She wanted Fiona out of the picture, and the Rogue King

Her fingers tapped lightly against the porcelain tracups. And now, Fiona was sitting next to her, revealing this strange and dangerous side of her abinies. Why now? Why would shur do this?

The Queen's eyes narrowed as a possibility crept into her mind. Did Fiona know about the letter? About R

Homera? Was this some veiled threat?

No, the Queen decided. That was unlikely. There was no way Fiona could know. Homero was supposed to be too wounded to act directly. If anything, his attempt to take Fiona had been a gamble born of desperation.

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Still, the timing of this demonstration was suspicious

The Queen set her cup down and looked at Fiona. "What do you want?" she asked suddenly.

raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. "I'm sorry" she said, her voice light. "I'm not sure what you mean.

The Queen leaned forward slightly, her gaze sharp. "You showed me this ability of yours for a reason. I want to know what that reason is."

For a moment. Fiona didn't respond. She simply stared at the Queen, her expression calm but unreadable. Then, slowly, her lips curved into a smile. "Are you implying that I'm planning to blackmail you. Your Majesty?" she asked. "Or perhaps that I'm threatening you with poison?"

The Queen didn't respond immediately. She studied Fiona, her eyes narrowing slightly. That was the only explanation that made sense. Why else would Fiona suddenly reveal such a dangerous talent? Wasn't it because she wanted to use this as some sort of bargaining chip! Fiona's smile deepened as she leaned back in her chair. "You seem awfully quiet, Your Majesty," she said. "Perhaps I've struck a nerve?"

The Queen's fingers tightened around the armrest of her chair. She didn't look away from Fiona. There was no direct evidence that Fiona knew about the letter or Romero. But this game of cat and mouse was testing her patience. "You're playing a dangerous game, the Queen said finally, her words deliberate.

Fiona tilted her head again, her expression calm and composed. "Am I?" she asked, blinking innocently "Your Majesty, you seem to be overthinking this. I simply demonstrated what I am capable of because I seek your blessing "What?" The Queen's brow furrowed slightly. "What blessing are you referring to!"

Fiona let out a soft sigh, her gaze steady. "I am aware that you dislike me, perhaps because you see me as a burden," she said. "But as you can see, I am capable of standing beside Elijah as his equal-as his queen. I displayed my ability to prove my worth, not just to you, but to anyone who doubt me."

She paused for a moment, her hands resting lightly on her lap as her smile softened. "I love Elijah, Your Majesty," she continued. "I want him to be happy, to feel at ease knowing that the King and Queen support our bond. I showed you my ability not to threaten or provoke, but to prove that I can protect him as he protects me. What I did was not about power-it was about love." Her gaze didn't waver as she finished, her smile still in place.

The Queen's expression stiffened, her composure cracking just enough to reveal the sheer disbelief flickering in he her thoughts spiraling. What in the actual fuck is this woman talking about? -

her eyes. Internally, she seethed,