Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 102: A cure for helplessness

Dominic paced in his room, restless.

Things weren’t working his way.

The king trials were near, and so far, their sides have made no progress regarding the rogue attack.

To make things worse, his son did not talk to him because he thought what he did at the Lunar Ball was a bit too much.

Dominic ruffled his hair in frustration.

"What is the update on the rogue attack we planned on the Grand Palace?" Dominic asked his team.

Kayla, the spy, who had been sent to mediate with the rogues, bowed her head.

"Sir, the rogue head has denied attacking the Grand Palace for some reason. And because of his sudden denial, many rogues are backing off the plan. They don’t want to risk getting on his bad side," Kayla answered.

Dominic found it weird. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

It was already hard to get the assistant of the rogue head to agree to persuade his boss to attack the Grand Palace.

It was quite strange.

Even though the rogue head was known for his hatred for those Pack wolves and the royal, for some reason, he never initiated an attack on Cyrus or the Grand Palace. He never agreed to it, even when someone aided it.

What was the reason behind it? What was going on in his head?

A striking amount of 20 million dollars was too much for this small warning attack to stir up some trouble and air a fire against Cyrus’s capabilities to protect himself, let alone the people.

But even after offering this amount, that man wasn’t agreeing to it.

"The rogue head is rumored to be studying at the university, right? It looks like I’ll have to meet him personally. You guys are good for nothing," Dominic said.

He left his office and saw his son training harder as he sparred with twenty guards at once.

Patrick was a bit too righteous to indulge in such activities and would only oppose his idea if he learned about it. It was better to avoid telling him anything until it was done.

Dominic passed the training room with this thought and walked straight to his car.

Patrick, who had felt his father’s presence, looked at Kayla, who was about to follow his father.

"Where is he going?" He asked.

Kayla bowed.

"He is going to meet the Rogue head at the University, sir," Kayla answered, since she wasn’t ordered to hide it either.

The calm expression on Patrick’s face suddenly turned ugly.

Even after being warned, his father continued to use petty tricks to put Cyrus down. He really had no hope in his son.

Patrick suddenly felt disappointed and clenched his fists.

He returned to the training room and started sparring with more anguish.

On the other hand, Amelia looked at the notice board notice about the fresher’s party and sighed.

She had missed this party in her previous life, but no matter how much she convinced herself to attend, her heart was telling her not to, and she ignored the poster.

When someone blocked her, she was about to enter the laboratory to continue her experiment.

Amelia looked up and saw Cameron standing there with an interesting look.

"How can I help you?" She asked suspiciously.

The man shook his head and stepped aside.

"With due respect," He waved his hand to indicate for her to enter, and Amelia furrowed her brows.

She was unsure what the man was doing here. She was used to experimenting alone when the professor wasn’t there.

"Don’t mind me. The professor asked me to stay here and guard the area for you. He doesn’t want a repeat of what happened earlier," Cameron said.

Amelia didn’t say anything.

It was a lie.

The incident with Killian happened last week. She entered the laboratory twice in the Professor’s presence, but no one was there to ’guard’ her.

Amelia didn’t call out his obvious lie and rather walked to the slab to continue her work.

"What are you working on?" Cameron asked, intrigued when he saw her wearing glasses.

Amelia explained to him the experiment, its effects, and how she wanted to create a stronger Medicine for the paralysis.

"Why are you so stuck on this issue? I don’t remember anyone in your family suffering from this," Cameron commented.

Amelia paused to look at him before she walked to the series of test tubes. She poured a subtle drop of iodine into three of them and labeled them.

"I don’t want to cure Paralysis. I want to cure helplessness," Amelia said meaningfully.

She was so stuck with this disease because this was one of the diseases with which she could relate to the frustration of the patients.

Though she never felt the literal pain of being paralysed, she felt the emotional trauma and helplessness in her last life.

The helplessness of being unable to do anything, even when she knew what was supposed to be done. The helplessness of falling deeper when all she wanted to do was reach for light.

And in the end, causing misery to your loved ones.

The thought alone, the day when she took her last breath with Cyrus bleeding before her, brought tears to her eyes.

Her fingers trembled on the tongs she used to hold the test tube, and the container fell from her hand, breaking into hundreds of shards.

The glass pierced her skin, and the burning liquid fell directly on her foot.

Cameron’s eyes widened, and he rushed to help Amelia.

"Quickly, sit on this stool. Let me wash the acid off your feet." Cameron panicked, but Amelia walked to the side and removed her heels.

She poured some diluted base on her feet to ease the burn and opened the tap before pouring some cold water on her foot as she walked to the shelf to pull out the broom to clean the glass.

Cameron watched the girl who worked like a robot and didn’t know what to say.

She was acting like she didn’t have any emotions. Any girl would’ve already thrown a tantrum or screamed, but she didn’t even flinch.

Just what was she thinking about being lost like that?

"Give it to me and take some rest," Cameron said.

He saw the girl bend and read the label before taking a fresh test tube, and she started adding the same things to that test tube that were in the broken one.

"Can you give it a rest?" Cameron asked.

"Why are you here?" Amelia shot back.

The man stopped talking.

He looked down, a bit ashamed.

He was here observing her because his uncle, the council head, had asked him to do so.

He wanted to know what kind of girl Amelia was, that she got Cyrus under control, and if she had ulterior motives.

Since she married the King, things have been stirring with the royals more than ever.

But more than that, it was also a way to keep things in check and ensure that no one attacked her and used her as bait.

"Just because," Cameron said as he discarded the glass shards in the dustbin.

As he walked by the window, he suddenly saw a familiar silhouette, and his brows raised.

Was that Dominic? What was he doing here at the University? And why was he walking towards the rogue wing? Did King Cyrus know about it?

"I’ll be back," Cameron said, and Amelia looked at the back of the man leaving with a sigh.

As she turned around to continue her experiment, forgetting her pain, she suddenly saw a reflection of someone standing behind her in the glass of the shelf before her.

She turned quickly to see who it was.

Her pupils dilated at the sight.

It was ethereal. The vibes this person was oozing were otherworldly and enchanting, and she didn’t know how to describe it, but her body almost felt like it knew this energy.

"Amelia Everleigh," The lady said.

Amelia didn’t say anything for some time and just kept observing her.

She would’ve mistaken the lady for some old witch from those ancient books she read if she didn’t know any better. However, she knew that meeting a witch who looked like that and had a thousand years’ worth of mana was a once-in-a-lifetime thing.

Besides, such witches don’t seek people as she had heard. Usually, people seek them.

So there was no way it was a witch. But if it wasn’t, then who was this person?

"That would be me," Amelia said hesitantly.

The lady smiled.

"I know it’s you. Magna doesn’t lie. It identifies the person as whatever they are," The lady said.

Amelia didn’t reply to that and asked who she was and what she was doing inside the laboratory.

The lady smiled in return.

"Do you not know who I am?" the lady asked.

Amelia jogged her memory and tried to recall meeting such a lady, but she couldn’t, so she sighed.

The lady stepped forward and held her left hand, which had the mark.

As soon as she held her hand, the mark started glowing, and Amelia felt an excruciating pain in her hand.

"Now you remember?" She asked.