Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 30: Can’t run from fate

"So that’s the kind of man you were in love with? The one who couldn’t defend you when it was clear who was at fault and what was going on?"

Amelia heard the man say behind her, and she closed her eyes for a second before taking a deep breath.

"Are you here to mock me?" She asked.

Ryan raised his hand defensively.

"I am just initiating a conversation. Until you hate me too, I don’t see why that would be a problem," he said.

Amelia didn’t say anything and just kept walking towards her class. Ryan didn’t leave her alone and kept walking with her, following her.

"So you don’t hate me," He said.

Amelia looked at him briefly.

"I don’t," She said.

Ryan raised his brows. He hadn’t expected her to respond and confirm.

From what he heard from his brothers, the girl was unbelievably hard to talk to. She wasn’t dangerous; she just had a sharp mouth.

"Why?" He asked.

"Do I need a reason to hate you?" Amelia asked.

As much as she wanted to be alone, she was glad for his presence as it kept her from thinking about what happened earlier and feeling bad.

"You helped me just now. It means you are a good person," She said.

"You talk like you know me," Ryan said, finding her interesting.

"I am observant," Amelia said.

She was different.

He didn’t know how to pinpoint it but could feel it in his bones. He had asked his Gamma to do subtle research on her background so he could better understand the girl.

After all, she didn’t waste a chance telling Aaron how much she hated him, yet she didn’t complain or mention the name, which could’ve damaged their reputation and made things bad for them.

That was exactly how he found out she was a born academic prodigy. Yet she didn’t have many certificates in her name; all publishing usually belonged to her sister.

The girl was head over heels for Alpha Killian to the point she kept in the rain for him many times, even after being berated and hated for it.

It was hard to imagine that this girl loved someone so immensely. But then again, was that the reason she turned so bitter? Has her heart been wounded and broken beyond repair? Ryan wondered.

In the scene from earlier, where her father slapped her because she didn’t want to give up her research, Ryan had watched everything but didn’t want to shame her by getting involved personally.

After all, he didn’t know what stand he had in her mind.

"But you hate my brother. He is not a bad person either," Ryan said.

Amelia didn’t say anything to that.

Rather, she looked at her wristwatch, and seeing she still had some time, she turned towards the terrace.

Ryan didn’t ask her where she was going and just followed her.

Ryan, Derrick, and Aaron had collectively decided to talk to her to see if she needed something from them in return for not taking their names.

No one would ever help anyone without needing anything in return.

She already mentioned she hated Aaron, and Derrick was a jerk in her eyes. Thus, Ryan was the only one left. He had been waiting at the university entrance while reading a research paper when he saw everything unfolding.

Amelia stood near the railing, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the cold breeze.

She knew Ryan had followed her, and she sighed.

She didn’t know how to explain her hatred towards Aaron. It wasn’t like she could bring up her past and tell them that he did something that hadn’t even happened in this life yet.

"I just don’t like his face," Amelia said, settling with this excuse.

Aaron and Derrick, who had been on a call with Ryan since earlier, heard their conversation paused.

Derrick looked at his brother’s cold and ashened expression and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"You act like you are her favorite," Aaron scoffed, and Derrick stopped immediately, remembering how she had rejected even talking to him.

Ryan licked his lips. For an observant guy like him, it wasn’t hard to see that the girl used these words to hide why she hated his brother.

But what could that real reason be?

He agreed with Aaron. They never met this girl, and they didn’t meet anyone from the healers of the West community. Then why does she hate him?

"You had every reason to," Ryan said.

"Hmm?" Amelia furrowed her brows.

"You had every reason to name us for what happened yesterday. We told you that we planned something like that," Ryan said.

Ryan observed the girl, waiting for her answer, but she kept looking at the forests as if remembering what happened.

His gaze involuntarily moved to her hands and legs, where he remembered those assassins had left a deep cut.

"Have you ever been framed for something you didn’t do?" Amelia asked after some time.

"When I was a kid," Ryan said.

Amelia smiled.

"I had been going through that for quite a long time, all my life. I know the feeling, the pain, the suffering of helplessness, and more than that, the frustration of not knowing the reason," she said.

Amelia turned around, knowing it was about time to leave the terrace.

"I hate Aaron, but that doesn’t mean I will frame him for something he didn’t do. The prank was bad, and your pack didn’t deserve that. As the alphas, you should think about them before thinking about your ego. Their lives come at stake with one bad decision," She said.

"Thank you for earlier," Amelia smiled at him before she left.

Ryan felt uncomfortable. What she didn’t say wasn’t wrong, and he had never felt so guilty about something in his life.

Even if the plan and the words weren’t his, he was there to see her get humiliated, too.

He looked at the leaving girl and couldn’t help but feel a dull ache in his heart, her words echoing in his head.

’I have been going through that all my life,’

Ryan clenched his fists before he ended the call and stood on the terrace in the same place she had stood earlier.

They misjudged her.

Amelia descended the stairs to go to the corridor where her class was.

However, as soon as she took the last step, someone held her hand and pulled her under the staircase.

The area was visibly darker, and Amelia’s eyes widened as she faced the same man who had saved her. Even with his masked face, she could feel the familiar vibes from him.

Like last night, his ember eyes glowed in the dark, and her heart started drumming against her chest.

"You are not wounded anymore," He said as a matter of fact.

Every breath he took, fanning her face, made her want to melt in his arms and run away from him at the same time. What was this feeling that she felt every time he would arrive?

"So he touched you," the man said, his knuckles brushing against her cheeks, and Amelia furrowed her brows.

"I don’t know –" The man placed his finger on her lips to stop her from talking.

Some students passed near them, and Amelia kept looking at him.

"Now speak," The man said.

"I am married," Amelia blurted out, unsure why she needed to say that.

The man before her didn’t say anything and just smirked.

He kept looking into her scared eyes, his hand caressing her cheeks.

"I know," He said after a pause before his smirk deepened.

"But I am your fate. You can’t run away from me," The man said, his face still unclear due to darkness.

"Go before I do something you won’t like at the moment," the man said gently, pushing her before picking up his scythe.

Amelia gulped and quickly backed.

As if her pants caught fire, she ran away from the man, looking back in between to ensure he wasn’t following her.

It was good that he saved and protected her, but this was getting out of hand now.

As Amelia turned around the corner, she bumped into Alpha Killian, and a curse almost left her mouth.