Chapter 4 Are You the Queen?

Charles's POV: "Wait." I clenched my teeth against the sharp pain and shouted. The woman stopped in her tracks. I fumbled for a credit card and waved it in front of her. "I've got money! A lot of money!" Her expression softened slightly. "So, you're not a broke loser after all." She crouched down in front of me again, her voice light, almost playful. "Well, if you've got the cash, we can talk. I know a bit about medicine. How about I patch you up first?" In a split second, her face changed completely, her features lighting up with kindness and compassion, like an angel. "I'll charge you a fair price. What do you think?" I couldn't shake the feeling that this "compassion" was just an act. The gratitude I'd felt earlier for her saving my life was now gone. All I wanted was for this strange woman to take me to a hospital and get me treated—for a price, of course. I pinched the card between my fingers, my expression blank. "No need for that. Just take me to the nearest hospital. Keep the money on the card. "This money could buy you a hundred phones." "Deal!" Thomas Colton's POV: Mike had told me our Rogue Queen had finally left the island. Finally, the moment had arrived. I could barely wait to show those cowardly pack wolves what real power looked like. But I'd been standing at the dock for what felt like hours, and there was still no sign of her. I tried calling her, but there was no answer. Then, out of nowhere, a clear, melodious voice echoed in my ears. "Thomas?" It was a woman, and she was carrying a male werewolf over her shoulder. It was well past midnight, and here came this woman—carrying a blood-soaked man. The whole situation was completely bizarre ... I instinctively took a few steps back, narrowing my eyes. "Who are you?" "I'm Fiona. You must be Thomas." My eyes widened, and my mouth went dry. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "Bloody hell! You're the Queen?!" It was nearly impossible to comprehend that this girl, who barely looked older than 18, was the Queen of the rogues! This was the same Fiona I had casually spoken to three years ago about stock trading—the one who helped me recover millions in losses. I had always assumed someone as sharp, composed, and powerful as the rogue Mike—who had crowned her Queen on Exile Island—would be at least in their thirties. But no ... She was just a kid! Drip. Blood splattered onto the ground with a soft sound, pulling me out of my shock. I looked down at the man she was carrying. He seemed familiar. He had that unmistakable, sickening scent of pack wolves on him. But with blood splattered across his face and hands, and his hair matted over his forehead, it was hard to make out any clear features. My Queen tossed him into the car. "Let's get him to a hospital." "Okay ... " I heard the command and instinctively obeyed. Fiona's POV: I had finally found the contact person, Thomas. He looked as slow-witted as I remembered. I recalled three years ago when Mike first started teaching me how to trade stocks, and I'd had a brief conversation with him. Back then, he was an idiot. He might still be a bit clueless, but at least he was useful—if you told him what to do, he'd do it. I tossed the injured werewolf into his car, ready to get him to the hospital. Thomas climbed into the driver's seat without hesitation, eager to play the role of obedient chauffeur. I sat next to him, fiddling with the credit card the werewolf had given me. Considering the werewolf's apparent rank, he had to be some kind of noble in their pack. There should be a lot of money on this card. As I thought about that, I realized the car hadn't started. I glanced up. Thomas was sitting there, grinning at me like an eager puppy, holding his laptop wide open. What was he trying to do with that ridiculous grin?