Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 46: A decision

Amelia worked hard on the experimental data.

Rather than working on something new, she relied on her diary, where she stored most of her secret formulas. She had been developing them in the separate laboratory that she had built with her hard-earned money.

She saw a familiar decoction she had forgotten about as she reviewed the formulas.

After discontinuing her last batch, she wanted to start a new one, but due to her exams and urge to show Killian her love, she held back at that time.

She pulled out her phone and typed random words to remind herself of things she needed to do.

Since King Cyrus was busy with his work in another state, she had no disturbance or anyone who would suspect her every move in the palace, which was an added benefit as she could work freely in the bedroom.

The next day, she was about to leave, ready to submit the data from both her and Hannah’s end, when Fabian rushed inside the palace with an anxious expression.

"Miss Quinn, where is our King?" He asked.

"He is out. Didn’t you know?" Miss Quinn asked, surprised that Fabian, the king’s closest person, didn’t know about his whereabouts.

Even Amelia found this weird. But then again, Cyrus had a large team and probably took someone else with him.

Fabian’s expression worsened, looking like he was in deep trouble. Naturally empathetic, Amelia asked him if he was facing some kind of problem and if he needed her help with something.

The man looked at their Princess before biting the inside of his cheeks.

"There is indeed something that I can get your help with. We need to make a decision, and King Cyrus is unavailable. However, we must submit it today because it will be evaluated for the King’s trials," Fabian said.

Amelia nodded, understanding the urgency of the matter.

She asked Fabian if he could tell her what it was all about. After a second, he hesitated, then told her everything.

A decision was supposed to be made.

A large piece of land was being distributed and cut into smaller pieces. The problem was that the land came in the trijunction area.

Most of it fell in werewolf territory, but a substantial part also fell into the healer’s territory.

The healers wanted to bid for the development of a major laboratory. They reasoned that they were doing it for everyone’s welfare. Now that their old laboratory had been burned to ashes, they needed the land to start afresh.

On the other hand, the werewolves living nearby opposed this and said they didn’t want the waste from laboratories dumped into their area. They wanted a healthy life for their children.

Since the commercial land fell between the city, it would be troublesome. The healers even suggested shifting a part of their community to that land and developing a laboratory in their area, which would require no dumping.

It was a peculiar and sensitive topic.

Amelia thought about the land. She had heard of it happening in her past life.

The decision had turned in their favor. At that time, they celebrated heavily and even threw a party for it.

The werewolves were pissed with it and the tension between the lantern healers and werewolves rose even more.

Even on the healers’ side, though they got the land, they didn’t have the funds to develop the laboratory completely or establish residents there. This resulted in them taking a significant loan from another state, which turned the royals against them.

Though Amelia hated her family for doing what they did, not everyone deserves to suffer for their greed.

"What do you think?" Fabian asked.

"I heard a rumor that a decision is pending for the soldier widows. If that land is being distributed, as the government, we owe it to them. The decision regarding how to compensate them is pending," Amelia paused before taking the bento box the chef had brought for her.

She thanked the chef, who scoffed, still sour about earlier. She couldn’t help but smile at the man’s childishness.

She turned to Fabian again before speaking.

"Use that land to compensate. Then it’s their decision if they want to do farming or whatever. Those soldiers didn’t fight for werewolves only, but healers too. It’s like a middle way. No one should have a problem with that,"

Amelia said.

Miss Quinn raised her brows. She always thought their princess was academically intelligent since she spent most of her time in closed chambers and writing documents, but who would’ve thought her political knowledge was so good, too?

Fabian was surprised by her answer.

He wanted to ask her more, but Amelia bid her goodbye since she didn’t want to be late for University. They had to submit the assignment in the morning to get the results by lunchtime.

Cyrus, who had been on the call from the beginning of the conversation to the end because he didn’t want that girl to manipulate his people, leaned back in his chair.

Helping the soldier widows? How come they both had the same thoughts? He wanted to do the same and even proposed that to his grandfather, who was happy with the idea.

Cyrus was sure he didn’t tell anyone else about it, not even Fabian or any team member.

There was no way Amelia found out what he was thinking. Was she really that reasonable and empathetic?

The more he observed her, the harder it became to hate her. Was she truly that different from all those greedy healers? Was her kindness real, or was it just an act of cozying up to him? From day one, she had vowed loyalty to him, but why?

What could she gain by being in his good books? Nearly everyone hated him. Apart from the team he built, no one wanted to trust him. People mocked him behind his back because of what his mother did. What was Amelia’s motive? Cyrus thought.

’Or maybe you have seen so much selfishness in this world that it’s hard for you to believe in someone’s kindness, Cyrus? I am a wolf and should be the beast part of you, but we both know who needs more healing among us,’ Sylas commented before he went quiet, thinking about the girl.

Cyrus didn’t rebuke his words this time. He didn’t feel the need to. He knew the only thing to shut his wolf down would be hard evidence against the girl.

All these women were the same. They were after power and only thought about themselves. That was exactly what his mother did after his father died. That was exactly what that Lord’s daughter did when she found he might not become the King and would go through a trial, the same girl begging to marry him.

They were just after his power.

"Sir, the princess passed the test, didn’t she?" Fabian asked in hopes, and Cyrus scoffed before he ended the call.