Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 73: Slapping Hannah

The next morning, King Cyrus looked a little extra peachy than earlier, and Amelia looked at him with a slightly surprised expression when he glared at her as if she had done something to him in his sleep.

Wait. Did he kick him? Or perhaps got all over him in her sleep?

"I am sorry," Amelia whispered, unsure of what else to say.

"What are you apologizing for?" Cyrus shot back.

Amelia folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them nervously.

"I have a peculiar way of sleeping and might have attacked you in your sleep. I didn’t mean to do it. If you want, I can sleep on the couch as a punishment –" Amelia started, but before she could end her statement, the man grabbed a bun and stuffed it in her mouth, rendering her unable to say anything.

Sylas smirked, "Haha, if only she knew that her husband was not angry because he was attacked, but because she didn’t do anything to him."

His wolf’s comment made Cyrus roll his eyes, and he looked at the girl, who looked a little paler than yesterday.

"How are you feeling? Is your body in too much pain?" Cyrus asked instead.

Amelia wondered if he was talking about the wounds she received in the afternoon because of what happened, and shook her head.

"I am perfectly fine," she said after eating the bun.

That didn’t make any sense. Girls were supposed to feel pain. It was natural. Was she hiding her pain from him? Was she embarrassed about it? Cyrus wondered and lifted his face to try to smell if she was bleeding too much.

However, he couldn’t smell any blood.

Why? Was she not using any pads? Or was it because she was using menstrual cups? Does vagina has the power to hide the smell of blood like that?

It was as if he found something new. He nodded in understanding.

"Miss Quinn, these days, take special care of Princess," He directed his gaze back to Amelia before ruffling her hair.

"If you feel bad, call me. I will come to pick you up. There is no need to force yourself to study. You have already proven your worth to me," Cyrus said.

Amelia’s pupils dilated at the coaxing voice, and she nodded.

These days, reading Cyrus was becoming a bit more troublesome for her. Earlier, he used to glare and constantly snap at her, so it was easy for her.

But a few minutes ago, he was glaring, and now he was smiling.

He had gone soft on her. She could feel that.

He was more relenting when it came to her and his kisses... just how the fuck did she mess up so bad to have miss such an opportunity to get kissed by such an amazing man and go after that nincompoop, blind Killian?

Amelia berated herself, a frown etched on her forehead.

"Don’t frown so much. You’ll get wrinkles at an early age," Cyrus massaged the area between her brows with his index fingers.

Amelia blushed a little when she saw how close he was, their intense kiss revolving in her head.

She leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lips, shocking Miss Quinn and the chef, who coughed and looked away.

Amelia blushed even harder and then looked at her lap. Meanwhile, the man, who was slightly taken aback at her actions, couldn’t help but smile inwardly.

It must be hard for her. She was feeling so horny yet was only settling with one kiss.

"Amelia,"

"Yes?" She looked up.

"You’ll be late," Cyrus reminded her, and the girl looked at the time before nodding hurriedly.

However, before she could dash out of her seat, he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap.

"Look away," He commanded, his voice cold and lethal, and Amelia was about to look away when he grabbed her chin, forcing her attention on himself.

It was a command for everyone else in the room.

Without warning, he pressed his lips on hers, and Amelia’s eyes closed involuntarily.

She opened her mouth subtly, and the man didn’t waste a second in pushing his tongue inside her mouth.

However, the kiss ended as soon as it started.

"Don’t be late," He whispered against her lips before he stood along with her. It was a punishment for her for leaving him like that last night.

With a small smile, he walked away, leaving Amelia alone, unaware of his thoughts, which made the girl happy inside.

She left for the University shortly.

The path was shorter than usual. Her mind was full of thoughts about the mysterious pain she felt the day before, and even more with her husband’s changing emotions.

"Don’t come to pick me up after college, Uncle Harrison. I’ll go to the Ashborn pack to treat Luna," Amelia said.

She had already missed a lesson the previous day, and for quick recovery, missing one day would mean starting the process again three days later.

With a soft sigh, she walked into the University.

People’s gazes on her were like pricking needles trying to get into her skin. She was used to it because of her past with rumours, but this time it was different.

They didn’t look at her like she was the culprit, but the victim, a victim who fought her way out of her situation.

"Amelia," Ryan was the first one to greet her. He rushed to the building as soon as one of his pack members informed him that Amelia had arrived.

"Ryan. I am sorry about yesterday. It’s unprofessional of me to miss a day. Please stay assured it won’t happen–" Amelia started her apology, but the man took a deep breath and held her hand.

He was about to step forward to hug her, but knowing how wary she became of physical touch, he controlled his desire.

"Are you stupid. Why didn’t you tell me what was going on? Do you have any idea how worried I was? And you didn’t even pick up any call," He said.

Amelia smiled awkwardly and was about to tell him that everything was under control when she spotted Hannah and Killian entering the classroom.

However, as if Hannah felt her gaze, she stopped and turned to her.

With a fake concerned expression, she rushed to her. And Amelia just stood there, waiting for her sister to start acting.

"Amelia, is that all true? You got Alexia killed because –" Hannah couldn’t finish her sentence when Amelia raised her hand and slapped her.

Everyone who had been observing her gasped.

Hannah’s face turned to the side in utter shock while Killian immediately pulled Hannah back.

"Amelia!" He raised his voice.

Ryan didn’t know how to act. Amelia usually acted like she loved her sister above everything. Thus, he was pretty shocked when Amelia suddenly slapped her sister.

"I am not talking to you," Amelia seethed, her gaze dark and unpredictable, something Killian had never seen before.

"Amelia, how can you–?" Hannah’s eyes welled with fake tears when deep down she was seething.

"How could you do this to me, sister? When did I ever not relent to you? I didn’t everything you said, even got myself into this situation and even after that you asked Alexia to have me raped by the rogues?! Amelia raised her voice, like she had been wronged.

Everyone looked at Hannah with contempt.

Alexia had said nothing like this. But for once, Amelia wanted to use the same trick Hannah had used all her life, even in her previous life.

"Amelia, what are you talking about? I never have. I would never ask anyone to... how could you even think I could?" Hannah asked in pure shock because she really didn’t do it this time.

She wasn’t stupid enough to try something like this at University. She had been waiting for the Lunar ball for the same reason.

Amelia shook her head, wiping her tears of helplessness.

"Even now, you came to me asking if Alexia was dead because of me. You didn’t even care if I was alright, if those rogues touched me inappropriately. How can I believe you?" Amelia shook her head before looking at Killian, the pure disappointment in her eyes, shaking Killian a little.

Amelia turned on her heels and walked in another direction.

"Amelia, wait up–" Killian tried to hold her hand, but remembering how she jerked her hand away the last time, he didn’t dare to touch her.

"Go back to your girlfriend, Alpha Killian, that would be better for all of us," Ryan said.

Killian gritted his teeth because there was indeed nothing that he could do.

He just looked at the girl’s back and then at Hannah, who was crying pitifully.

He felt torn for a second.

Ryan rushed behind Amelia and held her hand.

"Hey, you don’t need to be sad–" the rest of the words stuck in Ryan’s throat when he saw Amelia wasn’t exactly sad or crying anymore. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Huh? What was going on? Wasn’t she sad just earlier? He wondered.

"Let’s go to class," Amelia said, and the man nodded.

Once out of everyone’s sight, Hannah stood in the ladies’ washroom, and her tears dried up.

She looked at her reflection and gritted her teeth.

"Amelia, you bitch. You have definitely grown some balls. You dared to slap me?" Hannah called Jessica immediately, wanting to pour out the inconvenience to her.