Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 127: Twisting

Amelia lay on the bed, feeling edgy and uncomfortable. It was as if something was going wrong, something she didn’t have any control over.

Even though she knew she had made the right decision, for some reason, she felt that something terrible was about to happen soon, something that would change the entire perspective of how things were about to play out in the royalty.

And Hannah was too silent.

Although she had warned her indirectly by hitting her friend, it was very unlike Hannah that she didn’t contact her even after 12 hours had passed.

In the past, to maintain her facade of being a loving and caring sister, she would jump to clear up any misunderstanding immediately. But this time, she was choosing silence.

Why? What was going on inside her head?

Now that she knew the hatred brewing in Hannah’s mind wasn’t related to the death of their mother but to the fact that her mother, Jessica, couldn’t become the legal wife of her father before everyone, Amelia knew that Hannah’s ultimate goal wasn’t to kill her.

Her goal was to break her to the point where she wouldn’t dare to lift her head, where she would be at the mercy of Hannah and, like a loyal dog, would do anything for her.

Then what exactly happened in the last life that Hannah didn’t think twice before having her killed? What was the target that they had been looking for and had achieved?

Amelia needed to find it soon. Hannah wasn’t attacking her lethally until that target was achieved.

But if she thought about that, the drink at the ceremony...

The more she thought about everything, the more muddle-headed she became.

"It’s better to sleep for now. I have an important test tomorrow," Amelia whispered to herself and turned to switch off the lamp at the nightstand.

However, she had only moved her hand when the door of the room burst open and she jerked in her place.

Her wide eyes in shock looked at the person at the entrance, and she gulped when she noticed how Cyrus’s otherwise cold and detached blue eyes seemed so fierce, like they were blazing fire.

She gulped and turned around, not wanting to face him, hoping he would ignore her, go on about his work, and sleep if he wanted to.

But if she thought this was all that was going to happen, she was terribly wrong.

The moment she turned her back on him, challenging his predatory side, the wolf inside Cyrus growled.

Not because he was angry, but because he was lured by the beauty she presented. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The duvet was only covering her legs, and thus, when she turned around, her top rode up a little, exposing her slender waist with a bit of fat.

Cyrus’s throat clenched painfully at the sight.

He didn’t want to indulge in any obscene activity, not when she clearly said that she had no interest in keeping the queen’s position.

Even a fool could tell that she wouldn’t win against the alphas’ daughters. She was a healer with no wolf. And even after knowing that, she jeopardized that chance to be with him. Even after marking him, she continued to treat him like a toy.

The thought enraged Cyrus once again, and he was about to turn around to enter the bathroom when, to his surprise, Sylas pushed him forward towards their wife.

"Mark, mate, love, sex," Sylas’s intentions with Amelia were loud and clear.

Cyrus’s pupils dilated.

"We are not going to do any of that!" He growled through the mind link.

Amelia, who heard his growl earlier and could feel him inching closer, fisted her hand on the blanket, her heart beating erratically against her chest.

She knew he was angry. But what was he planning to do? He wouldn’t throw her out the window in the middle of the night, right?

All the negative thoughts started to circle in her head.

Cyrus, helpless before his wolf, finally settled by calming his anger with Amelia and talking things through.

He sat on the bed beside her. Extending his hand, he placed his hand on her stomach, pulling her back towards him in a swift motion that made her heart almost leap out of her mouth.

"Princess, about earlier –" he started, but afraid that he would really throw her, deeming her unfit and unsightly, Amelia raised herself and pressed her lips on his.

Cyrus froze for a second.

He didn’t respond, and in her urgency to get him to calm down and forgive her for her mistake, Amelia sat on his lap, crossing her legs around him.

She moved her lips on his sloppily, entangling her fingers in the locks of his hair.

His mark ached. The need to respond took over all rationality, one thing he hated about being the only one marked.

He opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of her heavy breathing left him breathless.

"I didn’t know you had it in you to be so cunning," Cyrus whispered before he pushed her down on the bed.

Grabbing her hands, he locked them on top of her head, looking at her with deep emotions circling in his eyes.

"Do you think you would be able to win the Queen trials?" He finally asked the question he had been thinking about.

Amelia, taken off guard by his sudden question, tilted her head.

"Depends," She said.

"Depends on what?" Cyrus’s voice turned cold and deep, not liking how her words almost made it look like she was playing a game with him.

"Do you want me to win?" She asked.

Cyrus paused momentarily.

Did he want her to win? Now that he thought about it, why was he so angry about the matter in the first place?

She marked him forcefully when they were trying to calm each other. It had nothing to do with any mutual affection for each other, right? While it was true that they respected each other and were honouring the relationship set for peace, but...

Cyrus gulped. He didn’t want to end up with the shorter end of the stick. He didn’t want to make her think that she was winning, that she had some kind of control over his heart and mind when it was clear that it was indeed happening.

"Do you have the capability to win if I say yes?" Cyrus fake-scoffed at her, thinking the mockery would knock some sense into her.

However, his words only made her eyes shine brighter. For her, there was hope that he wanted her to win; for him, she nodded with a smile.

"I will win, no matter what kind of test I have to go through. If you said ’win for me, Amelia’, I will fight the Moon Goddess for your love, King Cyrus," She said.

Her unfiltered words and unadulterated emotions with clear eyes caught Cyrus off guard, and all the anger he felt earlier dissipated in a second.

She was good with words. He would definitely give her that. And the fact that she was capable of twisting the situation in her favour so quickly made him a little annoyed, annoyed at himself that his heart was giving in to her so quickly.

No. It wasn’t his heart. It was his wolf, Sylas. Yes. It has to be him. Cyrus let go of her hand before lying beside her.

He kept lying in that position for some time before he pulled Amelia close so that her head was on his chest and she was snuggled by his side.

"I know you can’t sleep without this pillow," Cyrus reasoned, and Amelia smiled.

His explanation was quite accurate and childish at the same time.