Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 28: Her aching heart

The following day, Amelia’s expression was visibly better than the last time everyone saw her.

Her wounds had healed overnight, and Amelia wondered if the medicines her doctors gave her had that kind of power.

Though the aftertaste was peculiar and metallic when she woke up in the morning, she should focus on their abilities, right?

She even read the composition of the medicines just to be sure.

"Here, take this. You should eat nutritional food in the meantime to heal faster," Miss Quinn said, giving Amelia a bento box. She didn’t know Amelia healed completely because her wounds were really bad.

The girl’s heart fluttered as she looked at the lunch box, which looked like it had been prepared with a lot of thought. She didn’t even remember if she had ever been given a lunch box to school.

Seeing the head of maids taking care of her like no one ever did, Amelia nodded like a baby before she held Miss Quinn’s hand. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"I will protect you, too," Amelia said.

Since Cyrus died in her last life because of her, all his loyal and trusted people must’ve suffered too, and it all happened because she trusted the wrong people.

However, in this lifetime, she wouldn’t make the same mistake.

"You will save me?" Miss Quinn asked with raised brows.

"Yes," Amelia nodded, bobbing her head up and down.

Miss Quinn chuckled at her words.

"Who will you save me from?" she asked jokingly, and Amelia walked behind her to talk more since she still had little time and was waiting for the king to descend from his office.

"From everyone’s wrath," Amelia said thoughtfully.

Miss Quinn shook her head at the little girl.

She has had her share of stories of how cunning and manipulative healers were.

Since the healers were on the lower ladder of social circle and power because they were lanterns, too, they were known for using various tricks to compensate. Their hatred for werewolves, especially the powerful ones, was well-sung in their community.

However, for some reason, Miss Quinn wanted to believe that not all healers were the same. That this girl before her wasn’t cunning like they claimed every healer to be.

"Don’t move around too much. Your wounds will open up," Miss Quinn said to the girl when she saw her following her.

Amelia was about to tell the lady that she liked talking to her and didn’t want to interrupt her work, so she was roaming behind her, but before she could open her mouth, she saw King Cyrus descending the stairs with a cold, brooding look.

Fabian and Trevor walked ahead of him, their expression telling her they had been discussing something serious.

Cyrus’s aura was always dominating and powerful, his vibes cold and unapproachable.

Amelia knitted her brows. Last night, she was too scared because it was a little hard for her to wrap her head around things and the sudden change in the settings, but how could she forget about her prime target?

King Cyrus? The man she needed to fall in love with and protect?

"Where are you going?" Amelia asked.

Everyone stopped working in the royal palace as they looked at the daring girl with surprise.

Did this girl just dare ask their king where he was leaving, someone who was never answerable to anyone, whom even King Grayson didn’t dare stop?

Cyrus looked at the girl, tilting his head as he observed her from head to toe.

She was modestly dressed, her style a little off but strangely cute. She would wear sundresses but always with leggings under them, as if she was always ready to run from something and didn’t want her choice of clothing to get in the way.

"Work," Cyrus said, not wanting to indulge in more conversation with the girl.

Seeing how the light in Amelia’s eyes dimmed a little, Fabian thought that the girl would feel hurt by their King’s coldness and stepped ahead to sort things out.

"Princess, King Cyrus has to attend a meeting on the west and –"

"My university is in the way," Amelia said with a beaming smile, her pout too cute to ignore.

Fabian, who just wanted to explain and didn’t expect her to say something like that, looked at his King when he felt a cold chin run down his spine.

Cyrus stared at his man. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His silence was enough to let Fabian know he messed up.

"Can I come with you in the car? You can drop me off, " Amelia said, her eyes twinkling with hope. She walked to him like a little pet, wanting its owner to take it with him.

The strange comparison in Cyrus’s mind made him roll his eyes.

"I already gave you a driver," Cyrus scoffed.

"I am scared. Please. It hurts," Amelia said, making a teary face. Her lips whimpering and trembling, she pretended to be pitiful.

Cyrus already knew that all her wounds had been healed because he personally gave her his blood for that. He knew she was acting pitiful and was about to speak when Miss Quinn rushed forward.

"Sir, please take Princess with you. The poor girl must’ve been shell-shocked after the event. I told her to rest, but she said she wants to study diligently to make you proud," Miss Quinn said, deliberately adding some good words for the girl to put her in good light before their king.

"We have space in our car," Fabian added timidly, and Cyrus looked at his people who were vouching for this girl who wasn’t even wounded.

He felt a headache coming as he looked at her expression.

Like he had expected, all healers are such deep manipulators that it runs in their blood.

He didn’t say anything and just walked out of the palace.

Miss Quinn looked at the girl with encouragement, and Amelia ran behind the king with her bag and bento box.

She sat inside the car, not saying anything until the car started to move.

"Does it really hurt?" Cyrus asked after some time, and Amelia pouted her lips like a child before nodding.

"It hurts here," She pointed at her chest.

Her words confused Cyrus a little. The doctor didn’t mention any wound near that area. Was it his blood that made her uncomfortable?

"You are my husband, but you don’t like me. How can it not hurt?" Amelia asked.

Cyrus’s gaze darkened at her words while Fabian and Trevor’s eyes widened at the Princess’s apparent attempt at flirting with their king.

"Is that so? Should I take that heart out and end the suffering?" Cyrus grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. His voice was deeper as he looked at her with a cold look.

Amelia’s gaze widened, and her heart started drumming against her chest before she gulped.

She knew she needed to run her brain to keep her calm and not appear scared before him. That was the only way to tackle the man.

The more fearful she would act, the more he would dominate her and put her in his place.

She wanted him to understand that she wasn’t here to become a liability to him. This time, she came to love him, protect him, repay him with her life, and, more than that, make him happy.

"Just say you want to steal my heart. What’s with the blood mess?" Amelia said.

Though her fast-beating heart could be heard clearly in the silent car, her stable gaze caught Cyrus off-guard.

Her gaze didn’t flicker this time.

Cyrus’s gaze darkened further before he let go of her chin.

"Weird creature," He commented before looking out of the window.

A little smile appeared on Amelia’s face as she looked at the king.

Sooner or later, you will fall for me, King Cyrus, and when that happens, I will ask who the weird creature is, she thought.