Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 39: Something wrong

Amelia entered the University, ready to continue her day after returning from the joint council, hoping for no drama. Still, all her wishes came crashing down when Alpha Killian stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Are you okay?"

The question from him was unexpected.

After all, he was the same man who always thought she didn’t need care because she was thick-skinned.

He pressed his lips into a thin line when she didn’t respond.

Why was it getting so hard to talk to the girl?

"I heard about the fire incident. When you didn’t appear in the morning, I called Hannah, and she said the Joint Council has summoned you because they suspect you did it," Killian said.

He also heard how Amelia reacted to all the accusations and even said she was sleeping with that monster to prove her innocence.

He knew the girl loved him a lot and would never do anything like that, but the thought that he was losing his hold on her clenched his heart painfully. He didn’t like it.

Amelia nodded before looking at him briefly.

"What is your opinion on the matter?" Amelia asked.

Killian sighed, his brows still furrowed as if he was highly disappointed in her. She was used to his irrationality and didn’t even want to know what bothered him.

"I heard that you asked to get someone beheaded because your family accused you wrongly. Is that what that monster asked you to do?" Killian asked.

Amelia’s eyes raised.

She had expected him to blame her, but who would’ve thought that he would go around and blame the King directly? And for something as minuscule as her behaviour and retaliation?

So it was okay for them to humiliate and summon them based on speculation, but if she retaliated, she was under the influence. What kind of thinking was this?

"A monster?" She asked.

Killian nodded as if he was giving her some excellent knowledge.

"That monster has been turning you against your family. Can’t you see that? He is trying to break your healers to rule over you guys," Killian said.

Amelia hummed vaguely. She could see where this was going and couldn’t help but smile softly.

She would’ve stayed and asked him for proof that he knew he was a monster, but she didn’t want to ruin her mood anymore.

Thus, she turned around to leave, but Killian held her hand and pulled her back.

Her back hit Killian’s warm chest, and her heart skipped a beat.

She froze in her place. Her heart didn’t beat out of excitement like it used to with little touches here and there; instead, it skipped a beat because as soon as her back touched him, almost intimately, she knew something wrong had happened, like it was devised in her body now.

"Let go," Amelia quickly stepped ahead and jerked her hand away.

She looked at Killian with tears in her eyes.

"What are you doing? What do you want from me, Alpha Killian? You never looked at me when I loved you for real, ready to give my everything for you, but now suddenly you want to hold my hands? Please stop this," Amelia said before she rushed away from him.

Killian stood there, rooted to his place.

His heart drummed against his chest for the first time when Amelia ran away from him. His hands itched to wipe those unspilled tears from her eyes and tell her everything was okay.

Was he starting to feel for her more strongly than before? The question made him lick his lips and smile to himself.

It’s okay. This marriage was temporary. There was no way a monster like Cyrus would be interested in keeping Amelia for long. She would come running to him, and he would keep her as his when that happened.

Killian wondered before he walked to his class.

Amelia closed her eyes as she stood in the ladies’ washroom and held her hand close to her chest, which Killian held.

She knew she hated him, but today she felt disgusted with his touch, and Amelia couldn’t help but wash her hands repeatedly.

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she rubbed her skin until it turned red and started bleeding.

"Stop it," She heard a loud voice, and before she could turn around to see who it was, the lights in the washroom were gone.

It was pitch black darkness. She didn’t like this kind of darkness. It reminded her of the haunting and daunting days of her previous life.

"Shhh," The familiar voice spoke again, this time much closer to her.

The man held her. He hugged her from behind, giving her a smoothness that she could feel in her heart.

The man’s body wasn’t even touching hers, not even like how Killian touched her.

Instead, he was just holding her hand from behind to stop her from rubbing it.

She closed her eyes, letting the man hold her hands.

She didn’t want this to happen. Amelia knew this man wasn’t her husband, and she needed to push him away with all her might, but for some reason, she couldn’t. It was as if her body defied itself from moving from between his hands.

Rather than resisting, she wanted to feel more. It was a strange feeling, and she felt like she was doing something wrong in her heart, even when she didn’t do anything obscene; she hated herself for it.

"Who are you? Why do you keep coming and making my belief in myself shatter? This is wrong," Amelia said, feeling defeated by herself.

The man smiled. He stepped back, letting go of her hands, and placed his hands on her shoulders to turn her around.

"You feel drawn to me, don’t you?" He asked.

Amelia nodded, confusion lacing her thoughts.

"That’s because I am your fate. You can marry the strongest man in the world, but your body and heart will still want me. I felt the same when I saw you. I have been fighting this, too, but I can’t. We can’t fight this bond. You don’t belong here, and I will take you away soon," the man said.

He held Amelia’s hands and placed them on her eyes.

Amelia took a deep, shaky breath before she felt his presence gone.

She quickly blinked and saw that the washroom was lit again.

Amelia turned around, her heart pounding against her chest at what had happened. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, unsure of what was happening with her in this life.

But she was sure about one thing: She needed to learn a method to avoid this man.

He had control over her body and heart like no one ever had, and it was more dangerous than anything she had encountered.

Her loyalty should stay with King Cyrus only. How could she think about another man?

What was wrong with her? The question further frustrated her; she didn’t feel like studying anymore.

Walking around the corridors, she went outside towards the forest’s entrance and sat there for some time.

Her gaze moved to the separate building that no one told her about.

She remembered that one building here was dedicated mainly to the rogues.

She was supposed to study there when she was a rogue in her last life. However, she was scared to death. She asked Hannah if she could help her out, and Hannah pacified the authorities to let her study with her.

The price of that allowance was becoming a slave for her sister and her friends, to the point where she would even clean their toilets for them when they started living nearby.

She remembered running in the rain to buy groceries or get their favourite pastries from miles away by road because she couldn’t afford convenience.

She worked day and night to appease them and show them her love and care. She had already been admitted late to the University, and with all the work, she couldn’t keep up with the curriculum.

Though she was a prodigy and her mind worked extensively, the curriculum and test results don’t work mainly on your sharp mind if you don’t even know the concept.

Then, her prodigious mind was ridiculed, and all the research papers in which she had her name as the assistant were reassessed. Her name was removed from the research history forever.

And thus, she became from Amelia Everleigh, the prodigy healer, to a runt on the run.

The memory made Amelia mock herself, and she sighed.

For two years, she endured the whole humiliation until Cyrus’s uncle decided that her final use to capture and kill the king was there, and they conspired.

She knew Cyrus was only performing his duty, but it was still hard to believe he would give up his life for someone like her.

She remembered that when she turned eighteen, they had a chance encounter, and he had looked at her with a soft expression for the first time.

"Must you turn into this? Must you run like this? Was I that hateful?" he had asked.

She still didn’t understand what he was trying to tell her then.

All she knew was that she needed to run from him to stay alive.

Amelia sighed.