Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 138: A childish fight

Cyrus stood near the window of his room, watching the arena area being filled with the audience.

These people were here not to pick sides, not to choose their next king, but to see the potential candidates fight for the throne, a place that should have been his legally, if not for his mother’s betrayal.

These people were here to watch an entertaining fight that would become the matter of their gossip over tea for some months, or years, probably a tale for their children.

He even called the Kings from other species to discuss a few things that needed urgent attention, like the sudden rise of suspicious activities in the northern sea.

It was an indication of something big happening in this world that they were all unaware of.

He had sent his invitation to the mage’s leader as well, but after their betrayal, mages stopped believing in werewolves or vampires, in fact.

That legendary story that sowed discord between the three species. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Even the vampire lord was hesitant to arrive, but when he came to know the demon lord was coming, he agreed. After all, the two species were always in a neck-to-neck competition.

Cyrus sighed and was about to call Fabian to know the whereabouts of the royals, since some of the seats were still empty, when he felt a presence behind him.

"You are here," Cyrus said.

He didn’t turn around to see who it was. He just knew. The familiar scent of his own, the smell that people said no one had ever smelled, the scent that he had found on his wife many times and almost suspected her of betraying him, he could recognize it anywhere.

"I made a promise," Kyle smirked.

He didn’t even want to know how Cyrus knew it was him just by his arrival.

He never underestimated his opponent’s power. There was a reason he was here to support Cyrus rather than Patrick.

He knew this man would make a better king, and there was one person who would become an even better king. It was him.

The thought alone made Kyle want to snigger.

"I called to meet you. You were bold enough to choose a place like this where I can easily get you confiscated and throw you in the dungeons," Cyrus turned around and looked at the man wearing the mask.

Kyle smirked.

His amber eyes glinted with mischief.

"You didn’t invite me. I came on my own accord. Your fight security couldn’t stop me, even when it stopped your wife. Would you like to share your thoughts? Try to throw me in the dungeons?" Kyle raised his eyes.

His words were a clear, open challenge to Cyrus.

Sylas shifted inside him, not in a bad way. He was becoming increasingly edgy. Cyrus knew the reason behind his edginess was what they had seen earlier.

"What business do you exactly have with my wife? Why do you keep hovering around her?" Cyrus couldn’t help but ask.

He had asked to meet Kyle for political reasons: to learn about the random rogues’ displacement and offer him a price for it, and to determine if he knew anything about the vampire intervention.

However, after the earlier ordeal, he just couldn’t control himself and asked what was clouding his thoughts the most at the moment. He blamed it on the mark on his neck that was turning him into a crazy love fool.

Kyle smirked.

He didn’t answer immediately. He liked the edgy tone in Cyrus’s voice. There was something very satisfactory about it.

Cyrus knew Amelia wasn’t cheating on him. He knew it was the man before him, yet Kyle enjoyed every second of it.

For the first time, Cyrus could sense a hint of what he had been feeling since the day he discovered she was his mate, and she was married to this man to whom she had vowed her life.

He enjoyed seeing him in distress over something that had been eating him for so long.

"Are you suspecting your wife, Cyrus?" Kyle asked.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Cyrus didn’t waste a second in crossing the distance between them and grabbing his collar.

However, the moment his hand touched Kyle’s neck, he felt a spark in his hand that made him stagger back.

"What did you–" Cyrus grabbed his hand as if it had been electrocuted.

He wanted to blame Kyle, but he could see it wasn’t just him.

Kyle bent on his knees, grabbing his neck, his eyes explaining how much pain he was in.

Amelia, who had been worrying about the two quarrelling over something that wasn’t even the most important thing at the moment, had been looking around, asking people where King Cyrus’s resting room was.

"Are you mad? Do you think you can eliminate just like that?" Kyle growled at Cyrus.

"I didn’t intend to. You did something," Cyrus growled back.

Both guys looked at each other accusingly before they jumped on each other to fight.

Kyle landed a hard punch on Cyrus’s face. He had wanted to do this for a long time.

Cyrus didn’t control either.

He punched Kyle twice in the face.

The fight between the two broke out. Fists flew, kicks landed, clothes torn as they fought each other like they were taking their most profound anger out on each other, yet not intending to kill.

After what felt like an eternity but was only a few minutes, both sat beside each other, panting heavily.

Cyrus looked at Kyle, shocked. He had spared many people, with many kings, but no one ever came close to tiring him like Kyle did.

Just a regular rogue head gave him such a tough competition.

Kyle spat the blood in his mouth on the side.

"I will tell Amelia what you did to me," He said.

"And she will side with you?" Cyrus scoffed.

She was his wife. She would side with him.

"She is my wife," Cyrus added.

"Well, I intend to steal her." Kyle looked straight into Cyrus’s eyes.

"I dare you," Cyrus’s eyes turned dark.

"You are her husband, but she is mine. What do we do, share her?" Kyle asked.

He was completely nuts to suggest something like that to a King, right when he was standing before him, all alone, and even Kyle could feel it.

However, the fact that Amelia had marked him was making him angrier than he could bear.

"Have you lost your mind?" Cyrus growled, and Kyle was about to answer when the door of the room burst open.

They both turned to the person who interrupted, ready to snap.

But when they saw who it was, they both lowered their gazes like children ready to get reprimanded.

Amelia’s pupils dilated as she took in the scene.

"What the hell is going on here?" She asked.

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but her dark eyes suddenly showed how angry she was.

The mark on her skin burned, something that both Cyrus and Kyle could see for the first time.

They both looked at her in sheer amazement.

"Amelia," Both said at the same time before glaring at each other.

"Have you two lost your minds?" Amelia asked, ignoring the burning sensation of her mark.

She was drawn to both guys, and now that they were sitting here together, something inside her burned, like a need to be with both of them, and the thought scared her.