Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 60: Burning pack

Everything was chaotic. Large flames engulfed the once-happy place, and no one knew who was to blame for the turn of events.

Screams echoed in the environment, and the pack’s main leaders and soldiers did everything in their power to calm the fire and, most importantly, the people who belonged to the pack.

While all of this was happening, a man sat on the branch of a far tree, watching everything with a subtle smile playing on his lips.

His eyes held the fire far more destructive than the one in the pack.

"You shouldn’t have touched what didn’t belong to you," the man said before jumping from the tree and walking away.

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In the morning, Amelia felt the environment at the University was a little solemn.

Well, it definitely was a little paler compared to her mood, which was all ecstatic after last night’s events. Even thinking about their first shared kiss brought a smile to her face.

People stared at her as she walked further into the University towards her class, and her brows furrowed.

Something was definitely wrong.

Seeing no one in sight she could talk to, she was about to turn to the cafeteria, where she expected to see her friends or anyone familiar, someone who wouldn’t make her feel so left out.

However, before she could take another step, Hannah rushed to her.

"Amelia, it’s bad," the girl said.

Amelia narrowed her eyes.

All the worst possibilities circled in her head, and she wondered if something had happened to her father.

"What is it?" She asked hurriedly.

"Something happened at Alpha Killian’s pack. The packhouse lit on fire overnight, and no one knows why. Alpha Killian is having a tough time. I think you should visit him," Hannah said.

Amelia’s expression relaxed a little after hearing it was something related to Killian only.

"Did someone die?" She asked.

Hearing her unsympathetic question, Hannah paused. She looked at her as if she was looking at someone else, and Amelia realised that her facade was losing.

"What I mean to ask is, do they need healers? Is someone serious? We should hurry with a team if that’s the case," Amelia said.

She was genuinely concerned about the pack members.

As much as she hated Killian for what he did to her, his pack was innocent in his schemes, and she didn’t want to see them hurt.

Hannah relaxed.

Amelia was still concerned about Killian, which meant there was still hope. Last night’s event was probably just retaliation because she was upset by him, Hannah wondered.

"People are hurt indeed. However, no one is serious. Father has already sent a team there. But you should rush there too," Hannah probed Amelia.

Amelia knew what Hannah was trying to do. She was trying to sow discord between her and Cyrus by forcing her towards Killian, when in the end Killian would be hers only.

Amelia suppressed the urge to smirk at the girl’s wits.

She nodded at Hannah instead.

"Let’s go," Amelia said.

She remembered Cyrus’s reaction when he thought she was nearing Killian, so she dropped a message to the King.

This morning, the man had her save his number under the name C.V. so she won’t have to rely on the maids or others to contact him.

Amelia licked her bottom lip. She didn’t want her first message to be something that would irk or provoke him.

But she didn’t have a choice. She needed to play along with her script to reveal Hannah’s intentions for some time.

Amelia opened the messaging application and typed a message.

"Dad and Hannah want me to aid Alpha Killian’s pack. A sudden fire broke out there, and people were injured. Don’t think about anything else. It’s purely professional. I only have my eyes on you," Amelia typed and hit the send button.

At the same time, in an abandoned building, Cyrus was trying to unravel the truth behind the last subtle attack on the kingdom.

It was yet to come to his grandfather’s notice because he took matters into his own hand.

He didn’t want Dominic to intervene and make things hard for him because letting his grandfather know about it would mean bringing the matter to the ministers in the Kingdom.

The man sat with his right leg over his left knee, asserting dominance over the prime suspect’s subordinate.

Cyrus did not say anything. He just kept staring at the man.

His gaze was lethal, promising nothing good.

The man before him cried.

"Please let me go. I have no hand in what happened. It’s true that our leader was given this consignment and sent some people over, but like always, he didn’t reveal any details," the subordinate said.

Cyrus smirked.

"Is that so? Do you know nothing?" The man asked, his voice cold and deep.

"I don’t know anything, sir. Please trust me on this. I have –" The subordinate paused.

Who wouldn’t? His gaze fell on the pistol in Cyrus’s hand.

The sizzling sound of the skin burning echoed in the silent building.

The silver was lethal to werewolves, but Cyrus held the pistol as if it weren’t burning his skin.

The reason was simple.

He didn’t feel that kind of pain from silver.

"Are you sure?" Cyrus asked, pointing the gun’s nozzle at his foot.

If the man wanted to kill him, he would’ve pointed the gun at his forehead, but the way he was pointing at his foot, it promised him slow and painful death.

"I... It’s... Betty. That’s the only name I know," The subordinate said.

Betty? A she-wolf? They weren’t aware of any she-wolf in that swindler’s team.

"Betty?" Fabian asked.

The subordinate nodded.

"Betty is the code word they used for the mission. You can send any of your men there and have them use this code, and they’ll tell you the truth," The subordinate said.

Cyrus hummed and was about to ask Fabian to deal with the subordinate when he heard a ping sound from his phone.

It was strange.

Everyone looked at their King.

This was the first time they heard a messaging sound from his phone.

Not many had his number, and people like his family would directly call him.

They looked at their king, waiting for him to take his phone out so they could see who had messaged him.

"What are you guys looking at? Our king is married now," Fabian reminded them, even though he was trying to peek at the phone to see what was written.

Cyrus casually pulled out his phone and read the message. He raised his brows before looking at Fabian.

"Did you guys enact the order about dealing with Killian?" He asked.

Fabian looked at Trevor, who shook his head.

"We were about to do it when we received the intel about this bastard. Did something happen?" Trevor asked.

Cyrus reread the message before stuffing his phone in his pocket.

"It looks like karma got to him. His packhouse was set on fire at night, and no one knows the reason," Cyrus said before he stood from his seat and turned to Cyberhunt, his infamous spy.

"Find out who did it. Who is more eager to avenge my wife’s distress? This is not a coincidence," Cyrus said before scoffing inwardly.

She has her eyes only for him? What complete nonsense. He thought as he walked out and sat inside the car, his fingers involuntarily touching his lips as a blush crept up his neck.

Seeing the man reacting like that, Fabian chuckled.

"Why are you acting like someone kissed you, sir?" Fabian asked jokingly before he paused, his eyes widening.

He turned to look at his King with raised brows.

"What are you looking at? Do you want me to shift you to the Atlantic team?" Cyrus growled, and the subordinate looked forward hurriedly.