Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 34: Burning flames

When Amelia returned to the Royal Palace, King Cyrus had already arrived and sat in the hall as if waiting for her.

Amelia’s eyes shone brightly when she spotted him, and she walked quickly towards him without hesitating.

"You are already here," She said.

The man didn’t say anything. He kept looking at the file he was reading as if he couldn’t hear her as Amelia pouted her lips before taking a deep breath.

She was about to sit close to him but stopped when she looked at her outfit.

She should take a bath first and freshen up before approaching him.

A true werewolf’s scent-smelling sense was compelling and sensitive. He was a king. What if he got irritated with her smell?

With this thought, Amelia was about to ascend the stairs when Cyrus’s words stopped her.

"How was your day?" He asked.

Amelia’s eyes beamed again when he asked her the question.

He asked her about her day. It meant he cared whether her day went well, right? He has started to care for her, which means it won’t be long before she can gain his trust and make him fall in love with her, right?

Amelia smiled and walked back to him, sitting at some distance on the other sofa.

"It was good. We had two laboratory lectures, and I enjoyed them the most. There was this experiment where I had to–" Amelia started telling him everything she did, even when she had to use the restroom.

Cyrus, reading his file, looked up at her happy face as she described her day as if she had done something fascinating when it was just mundane.

He observed how she waved her hands to express herself best, her expressions turning with her tone. She would even widen her eyes and squint them from time to time.

She was weird, for sure.

He also noticed that she didn’t mention one thing about her father coming to meet her and demanding the data results or how he slapped her. Killian stopped her in the corridor and talked about taking her to the carnival.

Was it because she remained loyal to them and wanted to protect them by hiding their crimes? The thought made Cyrus’s expression of her turn grave, and he hummed vaguely.

"Why are you sitting like that?" He asked when he saw how she was trying to maintain a distance from him when she didn’t leave any opportunity to get close to him in the last few days.

"I came from outside and must be reeking of sweat. I don’t want to torture your nostrils," Amelia said.

Miss Quinn, who was informed that Princess was back and knew King Cyrus was also in the palace and that the man might end up hurting the girl, raised her brows at the girl’s unladylike comment.

"Princess, how can you–" Miss Quinn started but was cut off by King Cyrus.

"So, in that case, if I say you reek, you will leave my room and the bed?" Cyrus asked.

Miss Quinn shook her head.

"Sir, what are you–" she started to say but was cut off by Amelia this time.

"No," Amelia said.

"No?" Cyrus asked.

"I will take a bath and get on the bed. Why will I leave the room? It’s my husband’s room. And since we are married, it’s technically ours. We should sleep together," Amelia said and nodded to herself as if she had come up with the most logical thing.

A nerve in Cyrus’s forehead twitched at her words.

How conveniently she called his room hers. Cunning and manipulating woman!

Cyrus looked at Miss Quinn as if he had proven a point. The lady was immediately reminded of the first night when their king had said the girl wanted to sleep with him and couldn’t help but shake her head.

He didn’t say anything and just walked away, leaving Amelia confused.

"Did I say something wrong? Wasn’t that exactly how things worked? That should be our room now, right?" Amelia looked at Miss Quinn for help, but the lady didn’t know what to say.

Their princess was too naive and innocent to understand the meaning behind her words.

Amelia walked into the room to freshen up and down her assignment before dinner, her smile dropping from her face.

She looked at her face in the mirror, touching the cheek that her father had slapped.

Though she was trying hard to distract herself, her heart and mind were reminding her of the incident, respectively, and she closed her eyes, pressing harder against her cheeks to feel the pain intensify.

This pain was a reminder that she didn’t need to be soft on anyone. That they all deserved the kind of fate she had in mind for them for torturing her like that.

The main person is Hannah Cooper.

"You just wait and watch," Amelia said.

She went inside the bathroom to take a quick bath and change.

At the same time, in the western zone of the healers’ community, a man stood on top of a skyscraper’s roof as he looked beneath the town.

His expression was dark, full of malice and evil intentions.

Cold breeze brushing against his clothes made his cloak move along the wind as he looked at the town like a grim reaper deciding their death.

His boss decided it. Since it was his earnest wish, he didn’t have a problem burning what didn’t belong to these healers.

"Ready?" The man heard a voice and turned to his left, where another man stood as he watched the twin with the binoculars.

"It will increase the controversy between the werewolves and healers," the man said.

The second man scoffed.

"Not our concern. The healers should’ve thought about that when they raised their hands on someone they shouldn’t. It’s about time they stop taking advantage of the weak," he said.

They descended the stairs and went straight inside the town, ready to let the healers taste their medicine.

In the darkness approaching the night, they threw petrol on the laboratory gates before moving around the walls and throwing the petrol there, too.

It wouldn’t be enough. They both looked at each other before smiling.

They loved to cause trouble, and now that their boss had ordered them to do exactly what they loved, they were going to enjoy it.

"Wait. Let’s write the reason," One said, and the other nodded before taking out the graffiti spray.

He walked some distance and wrote the message on the ground.

"What doesn’t belong to you shouldn’t stay with you," The message was loud and clear.

Without thinking twice, the man pulled out a grenade from his pocket and took its pin off.

He threw the grenade into the laboratory.

Boom!

The sound of the blast echoed in the environment, waking up everyone.

The screams of women once again adorned the healer’s community as the men rushed out of their houses to see what was happening.

Their eyes widened when they saw the large laboratory of the healer’s community burning in flames.

The flames were so large, reaching the sky, they looked like they were bowing to the moon goddess.

The toxic smell from the chemicals stored in the laboratory since the new batch was brought in just two weeks ago spread, and people started their cars to escape the area for the time being.

Thames and Hannah, who rushed out of their house and watched the laboratory burning in flames, wearing masks, looked at each other with wide eyes.

What the hell? Who did this? They had the same thoughts.

Meanwhile, the man who had ordered the two men to do something like this and was watching the live telecast smirked.

It was satisfying. He smiled, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes with a smile.

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Amelia sat on the bed as she thought about all the things that she could do to reverse this plan and make her sister pay for the promise that her father might’ve made to the healers of the other regions concerning Alzheimer’s disease.

She dialed Marcos’s number and looked out the window before walking to the balcony.

"Yes, Miss," Marcos said as soon as he picked up the call.

Amelia took a deep breath.

"Marcos, you are the only one I can trust with my secrets. You have held onto them and kept them safe for as long as I remember. Can you do me a favor?" Amelia asked.

Marcos scrunched his brows but nodded his head nonetheless.

"What is it, Miss?" He asked.

"I want you to go to the healers’ laboratory and steal data from my vault," she said.

That was the only way she could think of at the moment. Since she had experimented on things without anyone’s help, she had some idea about the results and how to get them.

She was ready to experiment again rather than allow her sister to get the credit for her hard work this time.

"It’s not possible, miss," Marcos said.

Amelia scrunched her brows.

Was it because doing so would be trespassing into the territory of the healers, and as a loyal guy, he couldn’t do it? She wondered.

"Don’t worry about the security, Marcos. I will tell you the details and passwords of all the doors. You can go and come out of there unscathed without letting anyone know," She said.

There was no other guy she could trust other than Marcos. If he disagreed, she would need to go herself.

They will find out about the missing data the next day, and if anybody from the laboratory saw her there or her face registered in anyone’s mind in the town, they will suspect her.

All her plans to observe Hannah’s tactics would go down the drain.

"Marcos, I know you are loyal to my father and don’t want to do anything against him, but please do this for me. This is really important. I don’t want to give the credit to Hannah again," Amelia pleaded, and Marcos took a deep breath.

"Miss, I can’t do anything because I can’t steal from something that doesn’t exist. The laboratory is burning," Marcos said, and Amelia raised her brows in surprise.

Burning?