Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 43: His first kiss

King Cyrus’s eyes were speculating, even piercing, as he held Amelia in place, looking at her. Was it a glare?

"I was passing by," Amelia said, the first thing that came to her mind.

"Passing by? Near the backyard at three thirty in the morning? Do you think it’s a joke?" Cyrus asked.

He has been trying to figure this girl out, and it didn’t help that she was acting mysteriously and naively simultaneously.

Whenever he comes to a conclusion, she rebukes his thoughts.

Amelia knew he wouldn’t believe her if she told him she had a weird dream and couldn’t sleep. That’s why she went for a walk and entered this region; she heard an odd voice.

It won’t work.

She resorted to twisting her words.

"You are right. I am not here for nothing," Amelia’s words made Cyrus narrow his brows.

So now the girl was finally speaking. Was she here to attack him or look for something to hold against him? Or probably planning a secret attack to carry out later and was looking for ways she could run away?

"I found the bed empty and was looking for you. I heard the sound of metal clinking and followed the voice to here," Amelia said.

Cyrus kept looking at her for some time before he let go of her throat and stepped back.

This wouldn’t do. Questioning her wasn’t a solution. He needs to catch her red-handed.

With this thought, when Amelia held his hand, Cyrus was about to leave.

"Are you still mad?" She asked, blinking her eyes innocently.

He wanted to snap the girl for disturbing his training time, but before he could act on his thoughts, his wolf suddenly purred, and Cyrus froze in place.

"You!!" Cyrus’s frustration was directed at his wolf, but Amelia, who thought he was glaring at her, flinched slightly before taking a deep breath and removing her hand.

"I understand. I don’t deserve your trust for being born into a bloodline that wasn’t my choice. It’s okay. I will respect your boundaries," Amelia looked at her feet.

Cyrus clenched his fists when he heard her voice growing timid and sad. He remembered what Sparrow said about her being humiliated by her family and clenched his fists.

"You can watch, but don’t make a sound," He gritted his teeth, striding back to the area where he was training.

He picked the sword, ready to spar again, when an idea struck his head, and a smirk appeared.

"Come. Let’s spar," Cyrus said.

Amelia paused dead in her tracks, feeling giddy inside that Cyrus allowed her to watch.

She wouldn’t lie. She was good with combat in her past life because she learned it the hard way by living among the rogues.

Not all the rogues she encountered were good. Some wanted her dead, some tried to use her, and the experience was nerve-wracking.

While she remembered the tricks and how to move, Amelia didn’t know if her current body state was compatible.

"I don’t think that would be a good idea. I am just a healer. How can I stand against the king?" Amelia tried to smooth the thought and reason with the king, but from the smile he passed, it was clear he had no intention of relenting.

She licked her bottom lip, nervous.

"I..." Amelia took a deep breath.

What was there to be afraid of? If he wanted to kill her, he wouldn’t need the excuse of sparring to do so. He probably just wants to tire her a little.

Amelia nodded at her thought process before she went ahead and took the sword in her hands.

Cyrus was surprised at her boldness.

For some reason, he liked it.

Even if it was stupid of her to lift the sword against him, even after knowing he might kill her, he was impressed.

"Ready?" Cyrus asked, his blue eyes glowing slightly, and Amelia smiled awkwardly.

"As ready as I can be," Amelia whispered.

Cyrus’s heart skipped a beat when she lifted her head and looked at him resolutely. The same determination was in her eyes, like that of a queen bound by chains, and his throat felt dry.

Not liking this feeling, he lifted his sword and struck.

It was a light strike since he didn’t want to hurt her and knew she was weak, but he deliberately struck at an odd angle.

However, Amelia turned around and countered the attack gracefully.

Cyrus’s pupils dilated.

If he didn’t know it himself, he would’ve wondered if she was a healer.

Weren’t healers known for spending hours in labs doing those stinky experiments?

Had she been secretly practicing?

Her counter barely moved his sword. He never expected her to move it either. It was weak and untrained, but it was something.

Cyrus raised his hand and struck again, making her counter simultaneously.

A genuine smile appeared on his face.

He didn’t stop this time and increased his speed a little, keeping his strikes light and less intense.

It was getting hard to keep up with him, but because she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, she countered mindlessly with a free mind.

After what felt like an eternity but was only half an hour, Cyrus saw the girl barely holding up. He twisted his leg and gave her a sneaky attack from the front after making her believe it would come from the side.

Unprepared for this kind of tricky attack, Amelia closed her eyes and crossed her hands before her face, flinching.

However, something strange happened. The mark on her hand glowed slightly. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Cyrus, who knew she couldn’t counter this attack after reading her pattern, widened his eyes when he felt a strange force and stumbled on his foot.

The attack Amelia anticipated never came, and she opened her eyes just in time to see Cyrus falling over her.

Her pupils dilated, and she closed her eyes again, knowing her head would take a heavy blow.

On the other hand, Cyrus turned them around at the last second, so Amelia fell on top of him while he took the blow of hitting the ground.

"Omph!" He groaned before his body froze.

Soft petals. That was what it felt like.

The scent of lavender and roses wafted through his nostrils, and his heart skipped a beat when he realized what had happened.

He couldn’t help but gulp.

Amelia, who had closed her eyes, groaned when she fell on something hard. It made her breasts hurt, and even her nose tingled from hitting the ground.

Was it what they called kissing the ground?

But it wasn’t as complicated as she expected.

She opened her eyes to stand, but was shocked to see the glaring face before her.

Her eyes went wide, and the events ran through her head again.

That touch she had felt earlier....

Her gaze drifted daringly to King Cyrus’s lips before she averted it, more like forcing it to look back into his cold eyes.

She was tempted.

Amelia won’t lie. Due to her misconception that she had fallen on the ground, she couldn’t enjoy her first-ever kiss, and she was tempted to do it again, as long as it was him.

"I am sorry," she forced her mouth to say and placed her hand on his chest to stand, but her nightdress, which was under Cyrus’s legs, hindered her movement, making her fall back on him.

This time, their lips didn’t touch, but the way her chest hit his again made it crystal clear about what kind of position they were in.

Her cheeks turned red before she quickly apologised again, all thoughts drowned under her embarrassment.

King Cyrus, who had thought of hundreds of words to reprimand her and say what kind of seductress she was, stopped when he saw her wronged, helpless, and embarrassed face.

For some reason, it looked like the payback he had been seeking. Something that punishment couldn’t do. Her determined look finally shattered.

Like a poisonous snake slithering in his mind, the thought of making her more embarrassed by placing his lips on hers appeared, shocking him.

Seeing her helpless, naive, and pitiful expression, he licked his bottom lip, the lingering taste of something warm and sweet, making him take a sharp breath.

"You act like that was your first kiss," Cyrus commented.

"Because that was!!" Amelia’s voice came louder than she expected, and she quickly averted her embarrassed gaze.

Her words made his gaze darken.

Mine too. The words lingered at the edge of his tongue, but he didn’t say them out loud.

"I understand," he said before he helped her up.

Amelia didn’t meet his gaze.

"I want to sleep," She said before practically running away from the backyard, leaving the man alone.

Cyrus subconsciously touched his lips.

"You liked it," Sylas smirked, catching Cyrus off guard.

"I didn’t," Cyrus said, his words almost defensive.

"You liked that it was her first kiss because it was yours too," Sylas pointed out.

This time, Cyrus didn’t say anything.

"And you liked the kiss too," Sylas said, and Cyrus couldn’t help but glare at his wolf.

"Aren’t you more talkative these days?" He scoffed before picking the sword again, taking out his frustration on the sparring session.