Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 26: Got away with it

The grand chamber of the royal council hadn’t changed in decades. Its stone walls still carried the same cold vibes, the aura of judgment.

Different faces were carved on the walls of the council hall, all with tremendous power in their gazes.

These carved faces belonged to the old kings who ruled the werewolf kingdom in a hierarchical order, the men who fought in war to save and conquer their kingdom.

The last carved face on the wall belonged to the Former and still exercising King Grayson, also known as the legendary King, who sat on the head of the table with a brooding look.

Cyrus walked inside the council chamber with a neutral expression. His eyes were hooded, and his face was lazy, but his gaze was still sharp, and his aura was undefeatable.

Fabian and Trevor accompanied him, walking behind the person they considered their King.

Cyrus swept his gaze at every member present in the council chamber. Even his aunt Rosaline, her husband Alistair, and their children Cassius and Rowena were present today.

Dominic smirked like this meeting wasn’t held because of him.

Cyrus didn’t mind him and just walked straight to his grandfather and sat in the seat beside him, his rightful place.

Though his eyes looked lazy, his gaze was anything but calm. It sized everyone in the room, and while he never struck his so-called family, it didn’t mean he couldn’t.

Cyrus noticed that Patrick wasn’t in the chambers today. It was strange, given how he didn’t lose a chance to suck up to his grandfather since he was going to run for king trials too.

King Grayson cleared his throat to catch everyone’s attention. He looked weary, as if he aged ten more years just by the news of the attack in their family.

Grayson didn’t greet anyone today but looked at Cyrus.

"How is she?" He asked.

Cyrus didn’t need to be told who he was talking about.

"Wounded but doing fine," Cyrus replied.

Grayson nodded before taking a deep breath, looking at everyone authoritatively. Since it was a family matter, rather than summoning the entire team of ministers and council members, only the members close to the royal family and those they thought worthy of trust were called upon.

"There has been an attack on one of the royal family members at the university grounds. Cyrus’s new wife, Amelia," Grayson said.

Cyrus scoffed daringly, his sharp, unyielding gaze fixated on his uncle.

"It wasn’t just an attack, Grandpa. It was an ambush meant to kill her. One of the family members executed a well-sketched plan using seven trained assassinators. Amelia was lucky to be still alive after. I don’t need to specify who it was, do I?"

Cyrus asked. His voice was cold sharp, like a steel knife cutting exactly where it would hurt the most.

Dominic’s smirk faltered a bit, his fake polite gaze almost turning sharp before he schooled his expression quickly, as if it was never there.

Murmurs started to spread among the present people, and Grayson sighed.

He looked at Cyrus before shaking his head.

"It’s true. Dominic Bentley’s people’s emblem was found on their dresses, and when checked thoroughly, the men indeed belonged to his team," Grayson added.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to Dominic.

"It’s true. They were my men. But I didn’t order them," Dominic said in his defense.

It was Cyrus’s turn to smirk this time.

He leaned back in his chair.

"So you are saying that your people acted on their own to hurt one of my own?" Cyrus looked at him daringly, his eyes clearly stating that one wrong move or word from Dominic might turn this meeting into something it wasn’t supposed to be.

Grayson could feel Cyrus’s power taking another turn, and he placed his hand over his grandson’s hand.

"I am still sitting here," Grayson said firmly.

The meaning behind the words was clear. He was still there; Cyrus did not need to act on it.

"They acted on their own indeed. You know how some soldiers act themselves to prove their loyalty to the royalty. Maybe they thought by killing Amelia, a product of healers who destroyed and burnt the kingdom so many years back, even now conspiring against us, they would gain favor," Dominic said.

Cyrus quirked his left brow at his uncle’s words.

"Whatever the reason might be, it was wrong for your people to intervene," Rosaline said, and Dominic glared at his sister.

Dominic stood from his seat and opened a scroll containing details about where he was at the time of the attack and his alibi.

"It can be planned," Cyrus rejected the scrolls, flicking his hand and making them roll on the ground.

Dominic glared at Cyrus before taking a deep breath.

"Proof," He said.

"Hmm?" Cyrus asked.

"Do you have proof that I ordered those men to do it?" Dominic asked.

Cyrus scoffed.

He shook his head before standing.

"Here is the question. Today, I’ll ask Fabian to go and kill your son Patrick after a week when he will go to attend the Lunar ball. I will be in another country to handle business. Your son dies; who will you blame? Will you be able to prove that I ordered Fabian? Maybe he acted on his own and killed Patrick because he thought he was just hindering my path to becoming the real King?" Cyrus asked.

Dominic was left speechless while Grayson looked at his grandson stupefied.

Cyrus had always been the sharpest of all his grandchildren, always catching up on things quickly and striking in the most unexpected manner.

Even though he thought Cyrus was a well-deserving king, it was all because of what his mother did that things turned out—

Grayson sighed.

"Cyrus," Grayson said, a warning tone in his voice, and Cyrus rolled his eyes before sitting again.

Dominic also sat in his seat. He couldn’t help but resort to the last method to save himself this time.

"You and I know how important these King trials are for us. Do you think I would deliberately jeopardize it to kill Amelia," Dominic said.

His words made sense, and Grayson nodded along with everyone.

Seeing everyone’s expression shifting in his favor, Dominic breathed a sigh of relief inwardly before he played out his following cards.

"I agree those men were mine, and I am ready to bear the responsibility, but I am afraid they were manipulated if they didn’t act themselves," he added.

"Manipulated?" One of the ministers in the council room asked.

"Yes, manipulated," Dominic was about to explain when Cyrus hummed.

"How convenient. Use the lack of evidence and spit some useless nonsense so people would let go of your collar," Cyrus said.

"It’s not about whether Amelia is a healer. It’s about how your men dared to enter my territory, touched something that belonged to me, and was under my protection. This treason targeted a royal this time," Cyrus stood from his seat.

He looked at his grandfather with a pointed look.

"This meeting was probably planned to find a solution, but there is no solution here. Without evidence, he won’t be blamed, and I won’t sit here and hear him cook some stories," Cyrus said.

He looked at everyone, his gaze stopping at Dominic in a warning.

"Next time something like this happens, it won’t just be those men getting killed. I will kill the leader myself," Cyrus’s threat was clear, and Dominic’s lips trembled as he fought to maintain that smile on his face, the nerve in his head ticking.

Grayson looked at the back of his grandson, who left the room just like always.

He always has to have the last word, no matter what, a trait he learned from his father.

Once out of the chambers, Cyrus sat in the car, looking outside without any purpose, his mind filled with multiple thoughts of what happened in the meeting.

Dominic got away with it this time because of the lack of evidence.

He should’ve been prepared.

Maybe Dominic asked his grandfather to arrange this meeting so they wouldn’t have enough time to investigate.

It was his fault. He should’ve asked his men to search his estate in hiding first.

This wasn’t just about this attack. It was about control over the kingdom.

Dominic or his son weren’t fit to rule. They were liars and manipulators who would burn the legacy his ancestors built. He had lived through their betrayal and knew how bad it could be... just like his mother’s betrayal.

To protect his people, he needs to be more decisive.

To protect...

"I will protect you," Amelia’s soft and jubilant voice echoed in his head, and he pressed his lips into a thin line.

"Sir, what next?" Fabian asked after some time.

Cyrus didn’t say anything for some time.

He needed evidence against Dominic, and more than that, he needed allies—the kind of allies who would fear him more than doubt him, unlike those court members who acted neutrally even when claiming sides.

This way, he will always have them under control, but they must be people who will help him in trials.

This wasn’t enough. He must rise above every deceit Dominic Bentley planned with his son.

"We observe," Cyrus said after some time before he asked Fabian to order someone to bring Amelia home.

It was better that she stayed in the royal palace under everyone’s observation, especially his, so he would know what she was planning.