Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

wrong move, and you'll have the entire Royal Family on your back.

Thomas snorted, his eyes narrowing as he met her gaze. "And what would they say! That a father showing

concern for his daughter is suspicious!" He straightened his coat with deliberate precision. "Let them. | am

merely playing my role-a caring father who healed his poisoned daughter. A role everyone, including the King,

applauds

Elise's sts clenched at her sides. She knew her father wanted to end Fiona's life, but why was he taking such a

risk! "If Fiona dies while you are beside her that prince. She thought of Elijah's handsyet irritating face. "He

would kill you, and | can assure you, Father, he would do that despite the fact that you are a member of the five

families."

For the longest time, the five great families had been independent. They did not specifically follow the rules the

Royals had set. However, this didn't mean that no one could harm them...

Thomas's gaze reed steady, unfazed by Elise's words. He adjusted his cuffs and moved toward the door with the

scalculated calm that infuriated her. "Do what you must, Elise," he said. "I don't have tto entertain your

tantrums."

Her fists tightened, her nails digging into her palms. "Father, you're being reckless!" she said sharply. "Do you

even care about the consequences if something goes wrong?"

He paused briefly at the door, glancing back at her with a faint smirk. "Nothing will go wrong. And even if it does,

| am prepared to deal with it. Are

Flir opened her mouth to argue further, but he raised a hand, silencing her. "Focus on your role. Smile, talk,

distract them-whatever you need to do to keep them from prying. Leave the rest to me."

Belur the could respond, Thomas operied the door and stepped out, letting it close softly behind him. His

absence left a suffocating silence in the

Elne's anger hubbled over. She grabbed the nearest objecta decorative vase-and hurled it across the POUILL It

shattered against the

e wall, the sound echoing in the stillness. "This is ridiculous!" she yelled.

Her breaths cin short bursts as she paced the room, glaring at the shards of porcelain on the floor. She felt

trapped, used, and abandoned all at once. No matter how much she tried to deny it, her father's plans always

left her feeling like a pawn on his chessboard "Isn't it shameless for you to linger here," Elijah began as he set his

teacsip down. "Considering you're not related to my mate?" He leaned back slightly, his gaze steady as it met

Zach's across the small table. "You are not even friends, are you?"

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Chapter 120

Zach's now tightened his eyes drifting to the staircase leading to the second floor of the cabin where Fiona

rested, he hated how Elgah had been using the word ‘mate since they arrived. Mate here. Mate these. Isn't that

tiring? "1 didn't ask to speak with you so you could throw insults he phed, keeping his voice calm "I wanted to

discuss what's best for Fiona, She'd recover faster if she were back with her pack-her family. Her father cam

continue healing het, and her sister

Elijah stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. The sudden movement silenced Zach mid-sentence.

Elijah didn't say a word as he moved toward the window, his calm exterior betraying none of the irritation

simmering beneath the surface.

"Your Highness, please," Zach said hastily, rising to his feet. He reached out as if to stop him, but Elijah

sidestepped the gesture effortlessly and turned to face him, one brow raised in silent challenge. "You're not

done!" Elijah asked.

Zach drew a breath, refusing to let his frustration showe

ow "I'm only suggesting Fiona would be better off in familiar surroundings," he insisted. "She's a Grimson Howler.

She belongs with her pack. The pack house is-

"No." Elgah sand flatly, cutting him off. He shrugged, as if the conversation bored him. "And stop wasting my

twith this nonsense."

Without waiting for a reply. Elijah turned and headed for the staircase. However, midway up, he stopped

abruptly, as if struck by an epiphany. He pivoted on his heel and fixed Zach with a condescending stare.

"You know," Elijah began. "You should stop addressing her by her name. You aren't that close."

"What?" Zach blinked, genuinely confused. What was he talking about this time!

"Call her Lady Fiona," Elijah instructed, His tone sounded like he was a teacher explaining something painfully

obvious to an underachieving student. Then he frowned, tilting his head as if reconsidering. "No, scratch that.

Address her as Her Highness. She is my wife now. The wife of th

Prince

Elijah turned to ascend the staircase again but paused after a single step, his hand resting casually on the

railing. He glanced back at Zach, his lips. curling into a smug grin. "Actually, that might be too complicated for

you. Let's keep it simple. Call her Mrs. Voss." The silence that followed was as thick as the humiliation painted

across Zach's face. Elijah didn't wait for a response this time. He climbed the stairs with the confidence of a man

who knew he'd just won the verbal equivalent of a chess match, leaving Zach to stew in his indignation

Zach opened his mouth to protest, but the dismissal was clear. He knew better than to push further. Here, in this

space, he wasn't the Alpha's son. He was just another wolf-and one without any power, especially in front of the

Prince. Zach had witnessed the Prince's ability before, and this time, he was smart enough not to challenge him.

Zach's hands clenched into fists as he watched Elijah disappear upstairs. A curse slipped from his lips as he

turned and stormed out of the cabin. The air outside was crisp, but it did little to cool the anger burning in his

chest. "Mrs. Voss" be mumbled.

He hated how powerless he felt Hated how Elijah treated him like he was nothing. But most of all, he hated that

he had to deal with the Prince at all -because of Fiona

But how could he give up just like that? He thought about what he felt when he watched Fiona heal those

soldiers. When the others gave her a worshiping look. That woman, who stood in front of the wounded and

healed them, should have been the woman standing by his side.

Zach had becthe laughingstock of the werewolf community because of Fiona, and he intended to change

that once Fiona woke up.

"Mr. Yrichin?" a soft voice interrupted him. He turned around and found a familiar woman standing nearby. If he

was right, she should be the daughter of our of the councilmen.

""Yes" Zach asked

"My nis Cans Calyre. | believe this is the first twe've officially met, the woman said, giving a curtsy-

something that surprised Zach.

"Is there something you need, Lady Calyre?" he asked

"Caris please callby my name?

Zach lifted an eyebrow as he nodded. "Then is there something you need from me, Lady Carissa!"

Canina took a deep breath, then nodded. "Yes. There is something | need to talk to you about. Do you mind

discussing it over teal"