Contract With The Alpha King novel Chapter 128

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. 

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“The Fireborn.” She exhaled sharply. Eastern Europe’s fire manipulators were powerful and unpredictable, their fiery abilities as feared as their volatile tempers. 

Her brow furrowed. “The Nightshades. The African clan had always been ambiguous, their control over shadows and darkness earning them a reputation for mystery and terror. 

She stopped by the table. Jeaning on it with both hands. “The Silvermanes. Their connection to ancestral spirits made them revered in Asia, their wisdom and ethereal abilities setting them apart. It is said that they uses spirits to peek into the future, but no one was able to confirm this. 

Finally, her lips pressed into a 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 announced to the world through las indifference, Elise was next in line to lead their family. Elise, not her, was the one everyone had been groomed to follow. 

So why was the attention suddenly on hert 

She resumed her pacing, her footsteps echoing softly in the room. Was it possible they knew about the Rosenthal blood’s unique properties! The implications made her stomach churn. If the other families knew even half of the truth–what her father had been hiding–then their sudden interest in her wasn’t a coincidence. It was deliberate 

Her pacing slowed again as she stared toward the curtained window. The faint sound of knocking startled her. It wasn’t coming from the door. Her eyes dared toward the window, her bwrath hitching as she moved toward it cautiously. 

Fina hesitated before pulling the curtain aside, revealing a large glass window that looked out onto a balcony. Her eyes widened as she took in the siga before her. 

A figure cloaked in deep black stood just beyond the glass, their face hidden in shadows, Fiona’s eyes narrowed, tension knotting her chest as figure shifted. With a deliberate motion, they removed the cloak, revealing a face she recognized instantly, 

The Rogue King, Romero, 

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Fiona frowned, her lingers brushing the window latch before she opened it. “Why are you here?” she asked. Was the tim 

timing a coincidence! 

“Is that how you greet an ally!” Romero quipped shamelessly, stepping past her without waiting for an invitation. He glanced around the room with exaggerated admiration, his smirk widening “What an opulem resting place. Not comfortable, but opulent,” 

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“You seem to be doing well,” Fiona said evenly, her tone giving nothing away. 

“Thanks to you. The poison is gone” 

Then why are you here? Fiona’s gaze flicked to the door. She knew 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 busy” 

Romero sported, his amusement apparent 

scanning her 

Romero chuckled as he leaned against the wall, 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 and arched an eyebrow. “Efforts? You mean breaking into this room uninvited and wasting my 

time!” 

“No.” he said, his 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, and you would not be here today, considered a saintess. You would probably be in a dungeon somewhere, writhing in pain.” 

Fiona tilted her head her expression blank. “You’re trying to claim credit for what happened!” 

Romero nodded, clearly unbothered by her skepticism. “Credit where it’s due. Now, say it. I’m waiting 

“Say what?” Fiona asked, her brow furrowing slightly. 

Romero’s eyes gleamed with 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, is it?” 

Fiona stared at him, disbelief flickering across her features. She stayed silent for a moment, trying to process his audacity. Then, she let out a sharp exhale, her lips twitching as though holding back a laugh. 

“Are you serious right now?” she asked finally, “You’re standing here, demanding gratitude like some court jester. Is this supposed to make me Lough!” 

Romero’s smirk faltered for a brief second before he let out a low chuckle. “A jester, am I? That’s an amusing choice of words, but no. I’m qu 

quite 

“Good” Fiona said. “Because I’m not in the mood to laugh.” She stepped back, placing the table between them, her hands resting lightly on its surface. “Let’s get one thing straight. Whatever you think you did, I don’t owe you anything”