Contract With The Alpha King

Fiona blinked, trying to steady herself. "What do you mean, Your Majesty?" she asked, her voice cautious.

King Nicholas leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes never leaving her. "I mean, aren't you curious why I allowed this marriage to happen? Why did I let my son marry you?"

Fiona was caught off guard by the bluntness of the question. She had assumed the King, being the imposing figure he was, wouldn't acknowledge the complexities of her relationship with Elijah so openly. But before she could formulate a response, Arturo returned with a fresh plate of food and tea.

Arturo moved with quiet efficiency, setting up the meal and placing a delicate cup of tea in front of Fiona. His presence gave her a few moments to think, though her mind was already full of questions. As Arturo bowed and stepped back, Fiona couldn't help but replay the King's question in her head.

Why had King Nicholas allowed the marriage? Fiona had often wondered about this herself. She thought back to her marriage with Elijah, a union that had more to do with necessity than love. Fiona knew Elijah had his reasons for marrying her, reasons tied to his ambitions and needs. But what about the King? Surely, he could have opposed the marriage if he wanted to. After all, Fiona was no longer considered pure. Surely the King wanted someone better for Elijah, right?

She had considered that maybe King Nicholas simply trusted Elijah's decisions. Perhaps the Alpha King loved his son so much that he allowed Elijah to marry whom he saw fit, without interference. Or maybe there was something more strategic at play. Fiona had never fully understood the dynamics of the royal family, and it left her feeling uncertain. She knew Elijah wasn't an easy man to understand, and their marriage had never been typical. But now, with the King directly confronting the issue, she couldn't help but feel the weight of it all.

Seeing Fiona's pensive expression, King Nicholas suddenly laughed, a deep, resonant sound that caught her by surprise. "You're overthinking it, aren't you?" he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Fiona blinked, startled by his reaction. "I-well, it's not something I've ever fully understood," she admitted cautiously.

King Nicholas smirked, leaning forward slightly. "I'll tell you this, Fiona, allowing this marriage wasn't just about Elijah. It was about the kingdom. And about you."

Fiona felt her pulse quicken. This conversation was going somewhere she hadn't expected. "Your Majesty..."

"The Rosenthal family has been all;

of the Crimson Howler Pack since ancient times-long before the Second Great War," the King remarked, smiling as he carefully sliced into his steak. They were, and still are, among the finest healers in the entire werewolf community. But rather than serve the palace, they chose to..." He paused, thoughtfully considering his next words. "Let's say, retreat from the eyes of the ambitious and the greedy."

Fiona felt a knot tighten in her chest. Why was the King bringing up her family? Elijah had assured her more than once that he hadn't told his father about her recently awakened healing abilities. Yet here was King Nicholas, speaking about the Rosenthals, and it felt too deliberate to be a coincidence.

She thought back to her childhood, to her father's stern warnings. He had always talked about people who would try to take advantage of their family, of their unique abilities. He had been cautious, perhaps overly so, but it was clear now why. Fiona had always brushed off those conversations, assuming they were just the worries of a protective father. But now, sitting across from the Alpha King, she wondered if her father had been right to be so cautious.

King Nicholas took a bite of his food, chewing thoughtfully before continuing. "During the First Great War, the Rosenthal family-well, they weren't called that then-were one of the most powerful clans. Back then, they were known as the Moonwhisper Clan."

Fiona nodded slowly. She knew this much from the history of her clan. The Moonwhisper Clan had been renowned for their healing abilities, a legacy that carried over into the Rosenthal name.

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The King paused, his gaze sharp as he studied her. "Tell me, Fiona. Did you know that in the past, every member of the Moonwhisper Glan had the ability to heal? Not just some. All of them." 62%

Fiona's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't known that. She always believed that only a few chosen ones in the family could access those abilities.

"Your Majesty must be mistaken," Fiona gave a nervous chuckle. "Perhaps you mistook the Rosenthal Clan as... as our history never mentioned this. I-I mean-I didn't mean to doubt Your Majesty's knowledge, but according to my father, my grandfather, and those before them... there can only be one Rosenthal that could receive the blessing of the goddess in every generation."

The King chuckled, a low, knowing sound. "I didn't expect the Rosenthal family to stoop so low as to lie to their own blood. Aren't they afraid the Goddess might strip them of her blessing for such deceit?"

Fiona frowned, not understanding what he was implying. Elijah had been certain that his father didn't know about her healing abilities, so why was the King so confident in his statements? The unease within her deepened as King Nicholas casually resumed eating. The King, sensing her confusion, glanced at her thoughtfully. "Tell me, Fiona, have you ever heard of the Great Five Families of the Past?"

Fiona hesitated, recalling only a faint mention in her family history. "I've heard of them in passing, but nothing in detail," she said.

King Nicholas wiped his mouth with a napkin before continuing "The Great Five were the most powerful families in the werewolf world, scattered across the globe. They weren't just warriors; they wielded unique abilities that set them apart. Your family-the Rosenthals- were once part of that. They were known then as the Moonwhisper Clan."

King Nicholas smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Perhaps your family hasn't been entirely honest with you." He paused for a moment as if letting his words sink in. "The Rosenthals, or the Moonwhispers as they were once known, were revered for their healing powers. But that changed after the First Great War

Fiona's thoughts raced. Could her family have been lying to her all along? Had they hidden the truth to protect themselves or to maintain control over the blessing?

King Nicholas sat back, watching her with amusement. "There were other families, of course. The Blackthornes, known for their incredible speed, originated from South America. The Fireborn Clan from Eastern Europe, who could manipulate fire The Nightshade Clan in Africa feared for their ability to command the shadows. And the Silvermane Clan in Asia, whose members could communicate with the spirits of their ancestors. Each of them powerful in their own way, much like the Moonwhispers."

Fiona pursed her lips. She said nothing. Until now, she still didn't understand what his point was.

"So, the reason why you agreed to have me marry the Prince is because... of my family?" Fiona asked. To her surprise, the King nodded at that.

"Yes," the King said, his voice smooth but weighted with hidden intent. "Being a Rosenthal is enough for you to claim the title of Queen Luna." He paused, letting the gravity of his words settle over her like a storm cloud. Aslow, calculated smile tugged at his lips. Then, he added, "But only if... you learn to heal. And control your ability"

Fiona's heart pounded as his final words hung in the air, their meaning sinking deep into her bones. Control? Her mind raced, piecing together the warnings her father had drilled into her since childhood. Never trust those who seek power through your gift, he had said, his voice always filled with a foreboding she never quite understood-until now.

The King's gaze sharpened, watching her, waiting.

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The room felt smaller, the air thicker. Suddenly, her father's cautions weren't just words-they were alarms. The danger was

real, closer than she had ever imagined. Her pulse quickened as the truth pressed in around her, suffocating.

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Fiona swallowed, her throat dry, her thoughts clouded with fear. What if she couldn't control it? What if this was exactly what her father had warned her about all along? What would happen if she failed?

The King's smile widened as if he could see the conflict raging inside her.

"Of course," he said softly. "The consequences of failure... are not something you would want to face."

Fiona froze, her breath catching in her throat.