Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 51: Like sparkling stars

In the Bentley estate, the air was solemn as Dominic Bentley threw the papers on the ground.

He couldn’t believe his team.

He wanted to open their heads and see if their brain were still functioning.

His gaze turned dark as he looked at his subordinate, who stood before him with his head bowed.

"You fucking moron! Yes, I said to warn her, but when did I mention to do it when she is with the triplet alphas? Do you think this is a small matter? It will take an official form for the Ashborn pack, and the news would reach the joint council soon since Amelia is a healer," Dominic said.

"But, sir, those men weren’t ours and not appointed to the team. So, how would they come for us?" The subordinate asked.

Dominic Bentley felt like he had just aged a few decades hearing that statement.

His head swirled around the mocking smile on Cyrus’s face when he had gone to his father, former king Grayson. He knew the old man would speak in his favour.

Cyrus was a cunning man, just like his father Sebastian. It was so hard getting him out of the way. And now his son was becoming a carbon copy of him, if not similar. Cyrus was even more dangerous and hard to tackle because of the truth...

Dominic clenched his teeth. He mustn’t even think about that truth, or the world would know what he has been hiding in his chest for so long.

"You guys have created a mess. Why am I facing such backlash these days?" Dominic wondered before he walked out of the office in anger.

Meanwhile, in the Ashborn pack, Amelia checked Aaron’s mother and smiled at the triplet brothers.

"What do you think? Can you cure her? We could never bring a healer because no one knew about healing her. Please tell us the truth," Derrick said.

All the playboy vibes left his body regarding his pack and his mother.

Amelia nodded.

"Give me some time. I can heal her," Amelia said.

Aaron’s heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Amelia as if he had met his savior.

Tears brimmed in his eyes, which he quickly blinked away.

They yearned to hear their mother’s voice and have her caress their hair like she used to when they were kids.

"I will get onto it," Amelia said, pressing a point on the lady’s hands, making her fingers move.

Aaron’s eyes widened.

"Did you see that?! She moved!" he exclaimed, and Amelia raised her hand to tell him to tone it down.

She pressed her lips into a thin line.

"I would need permission to come here," Amelia thought out loud.

"You have the permission. We will write you a pass if that worries you. No one in the Ashborn pack will stop you. It doesn’t matter if we are in the pack or not. If you want, we are ready to make you a member of the Ashborn pack and –"

Derrick started but was cut off by Amelia’s next words.

"I wasn’t talking about you," She said sheepishly.

The man stopped speaking. She must be talking about her father.

"We can talk to your father," Ryan said.

Amelia sighed and shook her head before standing.

"I am writing a description here with specific details. Ask a trusted person to make it following the procedure, including the time mentioned. Start infusing it in her drip starting today. Regarding permission, I’ll see that. Can you please drop me off at the market?" Amelia asked Ryan.

Aaron looked at his brother. He felt like Amelia trusted Ryan more than she trusted them.

And for some reason, he felt a weird pang in his heart.

"Have a safe journey," Aaron said.

Amelia turned to him before smiling and waving her hand.

"Are you sure about dropping you off at the market? I can drop you at home and talk to your family about the permission," Ryan said.

Amelia shook her head as she dialled Uncle Harrison’s number to ask if he was already there.

"It’s not about my father anymore. I need to ask permission from my husband," Amelia said.

Ryan nodded.

Of course. Just because she agreed to help them doesn’t mean she trusted them. Or why would a seventeen-year-old girl keep mentioning her husband to avoid discomfort?

"It’s okay. I understand," Ryan smiled bitterly.

Amelia furrowed her brows when she saw his dejected face, but didn’t say anything.

She exited the car as soon as they reached the market.

She waved at Ryan.

Ryan wanted to see which car she would get into since he had never seen her leaving from any particular vehicle at the University. But noticing how Amelia wasn’t moving from her position, it was clear she didn’t want him to see that either.

Ryan turned the car around to leave the market area. It would take a lot of effort to make her trust them. After all, they still didn’t know why she hated Aaron so much.

As Ryan left, he saw a black Maybach pull over and stop near Amelia.

His brows narrowed.

Who was this guy? He was about to turn the car around when he saw Amelia sitting inside willingly.

There were many mysteries around her. Ryan thought before leaving.

At the same time, Amelia, who didn’t expect King Cyrus to come and pick her up personally, froze in her seat.

She smelled of blood. And she remembered he was disgusted with that smell. He had mentioned it last time in the hospital.

"What happened?" Cyrus asked.

He smelled the disinfectant on her as soon as she got inside the car, and it wasn’t hard to see the bulge of bandages on her hand under the scarf she used to hide it.

"I..." Amelia licked her bottom lip.

"I told Miss Quinn everything. I am sorry you have to bear the smell of blood. How about I hail a taxi to the royal palace? That would be a better idea. Uncle Harrison, can you–" Amelia started, but before she could complete her sentence, the man grabbed her chin, pulling her close.

He pinched her cheeks together, making her lips pucker.

His brows furrowed.

"I am asking how this all happened?" He asked.

Sparrow had already told him what had happened near the Ashborn pack. The attack was suspicious, and Cyrus had an inkling about who was behind it.

But he wanted to hear it from her mouth, her puckered mouth that looked so kissable at the moment when she looked at him with wide eyes.

Cyrus gulped as he noticed where his trail of thoughts was going.

"Someone attacked the triplet alphas when I was on my way to check their mother. Oh, this reminds me. Do you know that I rank on tier-1 among healers, and Professor Kinsley will personally train me? Am I making you proud? Are you happy?" Amelia asked.

Her blinking eyes resembled sparkling stars, and while she waited for praise from him, they looked too enchanting.

’I am proud of her,’ Sylas said, walking ahead with his tail between his legs, appearing like a wolf deeply in love. Cyrus took a deep breath.

"Good," Cyrus forced the compliment out of his mouth, his ears turning slightly red.

This was the first time he was complimenting someone, let alone a girl, and he couldn’t help but feel shy and embarrassed about it.

Amelia kept looking into his beautiful blue eyes as he pulled her closer. She completely forgot about her pain, mesmerised by the beautiful beast before her.

"You are so beautiful. " Amelia raised her wounded hand and cupped Cyrus’s face, making both of them freeze in their place.

Amelia’s heart skipped a beat when she realised she let her impulsive thoughts win and touched him.

"I am sorry." Amelia was about to remove her hand when the car suddenly turned with a jerk, causing her body to jerk forward.

Cyrus acted on instinct and immediately held her hand so she wouldn’t hit the car seat and hurt herself more.

The actions brought him closer to the girl, and he was almost on top of her.

Their eyes widened.

Amelia looked at him with her pupils dilated as he hovered over her.

Cyrus looked at her chest that heaved up and down erratically, her heartbeat loud and clear in his ears.

Amelia cupped his cheeks daringly between her hands before she raised her body slightly and placed her lips on the corner of his lips.

"I am sorry. I’ll take this compliment instead," she whispered, feeling daring and scared together.

Cyrus’s eyes closed on instinct.

"I am sorry, sir. There was a cat in the way, and I had to–" Uncle Harrison started but gulped when he saw the scene in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

He quickly put the partition between him and their King before covering the windows.

Once out of his trance, Cyrus glared at the girl, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Amelia licked her lips before nodding.

"Aren’t husbands supposed to compliment their wives like this? Since you are quite shy, I took the initiative," she whispered.

Cyrus sat straight after helping her up, glaring at her from the corner of his eye.

This hooligan girl! First, she took his bed, then his first kiss, and now she was stealing compliments from him like this?

A seductress! She was a seductress! She has come to take away my chastity. He concluded.