Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 72: Period sex?

"We think you shouldn’t announce Amelia as your wife yet," Grayson said, catching everyone’s attention.

"Hmm?" Cyrus asked. He felt it was an insult to him and his wife.

Grayson raised his hand to stop his grandson before he could speculate and say his opinion.

"She has already been attacked thrice since she became your wife, Cyrus. Let’s not bring more problems to her. We need to settle political issues and single out those with Vendetta before allowing her into the world," Grayson said.

His words made sense, but who would she go with if she didn’t appear there as his wife? Who would he go with?

He didn’t want to allow Thames to have his hand on her after seeing how he treated her.

"I will change the theme—a masquerade ball. You guys can come together, but not announce your relationship. Sounds better?" Grayson asked when he saw the angry look on Cyrus’s face.

Cyrus wasn’t satisfied with the idea and turned to look at Amelia for any inconveniences.

However, the girl smiled happily and clapped her hands.

"I have never been to a masquerade party," she said excitedly.

Seeing the happiness on her face, Cyrus sighed helplessly.

"Okay," he said.

Grayson’s pupils dilated. Did his grandson, who never gives in to someone once he decides, really change his opinion for her?

Was his grandson becoming more humanlike? The thought brought tears to his eyes.

He always felt he was failing his son Sebastian because he couldn’t care for Cyrus like his other grandchildren. Cyrus was different because of the betrayal he experienced from his mother when he was little, but now seeing him like this...

"It’s getting late. I should go," Grayson said, wanting to share this news with his wife, Amora, as soon as possible.

Cyrus nodded at his grandfather before seeing him off.

Seeing Amelia walking in the garden with Miss Quinn, Cyrus went to their room to retrieve his file since he needed to deal with something first.

However, as soon as he entered the room, his gaze landed on the cloth soaked in blood, and his brows furrowed.

Blood? Why would there be blood-soaked cloth here?

Wait. Amelia urgently rushed out of the dining hall and changed her dress.

Could it be...

Is the girl on her period? That could be the case.

She must be in pain. Wait. Apart from pain, what else happens when they are on their periods?

Forgetting about the critical file, Cyrus put the cloth in the laundry box before sitting on the bed.

He googled what a girl feels when she is on her period, and a couple of things came up. Pain was inevitable, but what he read next made his ears turn a shade of red.

Girls feel high and their sex drive increases tremendously during periods. And while it varies from person to person, the way she said she wanted to impregnate him means she was feeling that desire to have sex with him.

It was akin to she-wolves going into heat.

He cleared his throat before he looked around.

What was he supposed to do in this situation? As a husband, he should help her, but won’t jumping directly to sex be a bit overboard?

Besides, what else could he help her with? Was there another way of making her calm down without sex? Something he could make her eat?

Cyrus searched again and saw that women preferred sweet things, some even craved sour or spicy things.

But what does Amelia prefer? Was it the reason she didn’t eat much at the table?

Cyrus moved his hand through his hair, reading everything as if he were doing great research before settling on a few things.

He asked Trevor to arrange for the best, healthiest chocolates for girls and some plush toys that would make her happy... he felt his ears turning red before placing another order.

He should order some protection just in case they end up having sex because she can’t control her desire, right?

Like...they sleep on the same bed, and she wanted to impregnate him. Didn’t she say she wanted to bang him? What if she attacks him when he is asleep?

"Bravo, Cyrus, you really think that tiny creature is capable of raping you in your sleep? Besides, would it be a rape if you want to do it too?" Sylas asked, and Cyrus coughed.

"The article says the girls nearly become a monster," Cyrus said, and Sylas scoffed at his human counterpart.

Was there a bigger monster than him?

Cyrus didn’t place the last other and decided to do it raw if needed.

When he saw the list of things their King desired, Trevor widened his eyes in surprise. Was their king starting to care for their princess?

He quickly forwarded the list to Fabian and Miss Quinn, who smiled at their king’s progression towards the princess.

By the time Amelia returned from her walk, which she felt was needed because her mind was clogged with thoughts and theories about what was happening, she saw around 20 different kinds of chocolates and 5 plush toys in the centre of the bed.

Her pupils dilated, and she walked to the bed, examining the plush toy as if it were a weapon.

"Do you like it?" Cyrus walked inside the room when Miss Quinn informed him she was back.

Amelia looked at the chocolates before looking at him.

"Is this all for me?" She asked, surprised.

This was the first time anyone was giving her a chocolate, let alone so many plush toys.

She felt deeply moved.

Knowing that girls go through emotional turmoil during this phase, Cyrus smiled and nodded.

"They are indeed. You can ask me for anything in this period," He said.

Amelia furrowed her brows, not understanding what he meant, but unwrapped a chocolate nonetheless.

She ate it before nodding in happiness. It was really good.

"Do you want to taste it?" She asked.

Cyrus walked to her and lifted her hand up before biting her chocolate.

His gaze shifted to the chocolate on her lips, and he immediately dipped his head, capturing her lips.

"We can do it if you want. You don’t need to control it. It must be painful," Cyrus whispered, intoxicated by her scent.

He had finally given in to her charm. He had already coaxed himself into believing that he had married a seductress, and there was no way out of it.

"Do what?" She asked.

Cyrus thought she was pretending to be chaste and trying to hide her embarrassment from him, but she couldn’t help but smile.

He lifted her gently before sitting on the bed, making her sit on his lap, hugging him like a koala bear.

"I don’t feel disgusted, Amelia. It’s natural. It’s okay if it will be a little messy. I am a clean freak, but I can make an exception for you," Cyrus said.

Amelia furrowed her brows.

Why would things turn messy? Was he talking about her way of eating chocolate?

Well, she wasn’t a kid anymore. Why would she mess things up?

"I won’t make things messy, Mr. Valentino. Don’t worry about that. Let’s sleep," Amelia said.

Cyrus smiled in the hug.

She was hiding behind the sleeping facade.

When they would sleep, she would jump on him. That was her plan.

How cunning. He wondered and nodded.

He removed the chocolates and toys from the bed and placed them on the table.

Amelia got into the bed first, already tired from all the events.

Cyrus lay beside her and turned off the lights, his heart beating unevenly as he waited for her to pounce on him.

A few minutes passed, but nothing happened.

Was she waiting for him to sleep? He wondered and was about to turn around to pretend to sleep when he heard her soft breathing.

The girl had gone to sleep!

Cyrus turned to her, looking at her sleeping form with a glare.

Sylas, on the other hand, rolled over, chuckling loudly in his headspace.

"You are probably the first person who was waiting for his wife to rape him," Sylas mocked him and Cyrus glared at Amelia.

’How would I know?! It’s not like I am craving it. But I thought that’s the least I could do for her after I failed to protect her,’ Cyrus shot back before huffing loudly.

Why didn’t she attack him?! Did she not desire him?

Cyrus didn’t like the sound of it and gritted his teeth before looking at his manhood that had grown to its full length under his pants.

He clenched his jaws and grabbed Amelia’s good hand before pulling her close and stuffing his face in the crook of her neck, his hands urging him to tear her clothes so he could place his face between her breasts instead.

"Fucking seductress," he blamed her for everything before nibbling on her neck.