The stadium that was used for the face-off was vacated.
People left one by one, throwing one last look at the defeated prince on the side of the arena.
The lords and kings who had been called were respectfully taken to the hotel with their room keys, as Cyrus was to et them later.
Dominic sat by his son’s side alone.
So many years. He worked hard for many years so that his son could inherit the throne.
However, in the end, things turned out as follows. He used so many tricks and attacks, but nothing worked.
Cyrus still won. More than that, he turned into his wolf, sothing he thought wasn’t possible.
He still rembered that night when Gloria had rushed to him with her twins. She was afraid that the prophecy about her kids would co true.
She had asked for help, and he knew it was the ti when he could win back what he had lost to his brother.
That was why he only saved one kid back then and sent an annihilation troop for Gloria and her second son.
To date, Cyrus thinks that his mother betrayed him.
He even drugged Cyrus for so many years to keep his wolf dormant. Nothing could trigger him out.
He was the one who had dealt with the healer and had them kidnap Cyrus when he was a teenager. He did everything.
And he thought, after weakening him for so long, his son would win the face-off. That was the reason he kept disrupting Cyrus’s peace. But everything went down the drain.
A girl, barely eighteen, brought out what he had taken years to suppress. She called his wolf out.
Dominic’s fists clenched by his side as a growl left his body.
He watched his son’s body being placed on the stretcher as they rushed him to the hospital.
He wasn’t dead, but no better than dead if not treated well.
Outside the stadium, Hannah looked at her father.
"Did you notice sothing?" Jessica asked.
"Noticed what?" Thas asked.
The healers weren’t usually allowed to such events, but since Alia was a mber of the family, they were sent an official invitation.
"The prince is leaning towards Alia. If things kept going like this, it would be hard to get her out of our way and keep using her," Jessica said.
Thas thinned his lips.
He has been feeling like this for so ti. Things were changing. He suddenly had no control over Alia. She wasn’t even coming to et them.
And it irritated him. After all, the real heiress of the Western healers was Alia. And her signature was important for the laboratory and all the inventions to be theirs.
But what was he supposed to do?
"I don’t know what to do. We had little hope in Alpha Killian. After all, the girl was mad over him. We thought her love for him would make her betray the king, and this would turn her into a rogue. Then, we could use her in the na of helping her, but things aren’t going as planned," Thas said.
Hannah stayed silent.
She watched everything. The way that the king looked at her, the way his sheer dominance bent and bowed to Alia, and how his gaze settled on no other woman but her.
And though she knew he was a monster, she felt jealousy coursing in her veins.
"Don’t worry, Father. I have a plan," Hannah said.
Thas and Jessica looked at their daughter, then at each other.
At the sa ti, Alia, who heaved a sigh of relief, thinking she would be fine away from her husband until his wolf was in control, widened her eyes when she felt sothing by her window, and before she knew it, the car halted.
Her body jerked forward, and she gasped as the car’s bonnet was cracked.
The man stood before the car, heaving, a smirk playing on his lips.
Alia shifted in the corner of the car, unsure what to do, as if it would save her.
The mark on her skin burned terribly, and she winced in pain.
Her eyes brimd with tears as the car’s door was yanked open.
The driver looked at their angry prince and ran away as if his pants caught fire.
"You have been a very naughty wife, princess," Sylas said.
He extended his hand towards her, ready to yank her out of the car.
However, as soon as his hand touched her, he felt sothing in his heart that he had never felt.
His eyes widened at the realization, and he looked at her.
"You knew?" He asked.
His question confused Alia.
She knew about what? What was he talking about?
Sylas looked at the girl with deep eyes full of a sparkle she had never seen in those eyes.
He finally understood everything. Why was she so confident in her love for him? Why did she keep saying she wouldn’t leave him and would only love him till eternity, and...
Wait. It wasn’t possible.
Alia wasn’t eighteen years old yet. There was no way she knew.
She didn’t know about anything. She was devoted to him without any realization, and the fact made him fall for her all over again.
He wanted to reveal it to her, but he didn’t want to spoil the surprise for her.
He wanted her to co to him and say it herself. Her eighteenth birthday was in a few days, and she would realise it soon herself.
With this thought, Sylas took a deep breath and pulled her closer.
He hugged her like he had never hugged anyone, like he got the most significant gift of his life, like a thirsty wanderer got a sip of water on a sumr day.
"You knew that I would win, didn’t you?" Sylas changed the subject.
Alia sighed in relief. She thought he would bring up Kyle, but he didn’t, and she was grateful for that.
"I knew you would win. I had faith in you," Alia said.
"I have a surprise for you," Sylas said.
Alia furrowed her brows.
"A surprise for ? But you are the one who won, and technically I should be the one giving you the gift and –" Alia couldn’t complete her sentence as the man leaned forward and placed his lips over hers.
She closed her eyes imdiately.
It felt different. She was kissed by Cyrus quite a few tis, but being kissed by Sylas almost felt like being sucked into a void full of pleasure.
She felt at ho with him.
Alia placed her hands softly on his chest. Feeling the wetness under her hands, she rembered that the man was still wounded, and she made him run for so long behind her.
Guilt consud her, and she pulled away from the kiss.
Sylas narrowed his eyes and was about to ask what was wrong when Alia looked at his wound, making him sigh.
"It will be alright in so ti and –"
"Please," Alia looked up at him with pleading eyes.
Sylas looked into his wife’s eyes for a few seconds before he sighed and pecked her forehead.
"Anything for my wife," he whispered.
He was too happy today.
He was finally able to take over Cyrus’s body, and his connection with his wife only deepened.
Transforming into his wolf form was going to take a lot of effort.
After all, Cyrus was a grown-up man, and one’s body breaks; the bones reform during the first shift.
It would have been quite painful, and that was the reason he didn’t force the world form during the face-off.
"Let’s go," Sylas said and dialled Fabian’s number.
The man had been on standby since he left, and as soon as he called, he sped towards them imdiately.
"Now I’ll let Cyrus take control. Until he heals completely, I’ll stay back. My presence will only consu more energy. We will et soon, probably later tonight," Sylas cupped Alia’s face, looking at her like she was the shining moon in the night.
"You are a gift to , bestowed by the moon goddess. I will always cherish you," Sylas said before leaving.
His body went slack for a few seconds, making Alia’s heart thump against her chest.
When Cyrus didn’t open his eyes for a few seconds, Alia leaned close to him to check his vitals.
Cyrus imdiately opened his eyes, startling Alia a little.
Seeing her face up so close, the man raised his brows at her.
"Trying to take advantage of a wounded man, princess? I didn’t know you could be so perverted," He said.
Alia widened her eyes.
She shook her head hurriedly.
"No. I wasn’t. You did not open your eyes, and I just wanted to check whether you’re alright or not," Alia tried to explain, but the man only smirked, feeling the exhilarating pain in his abdon.
"Don’t lie now. I know your intentions have always been evil when it cos to . Don’t deny that you don’t take advantage of when you sleep," Cyrus said.
His words made Alia’s cheeks turn red as her ears flared in embarrassnt.
Her gaze imdiately turned to the subordinate, who quickly averted his gaze to the road, his cheeks red at what he heard.
Alia couldn’t help but shut her mouth with a pout.
She didn’t want to fight with a wounded man.
Cyrus, who saw her pouting like a baby, smiled inwardly before holding her hand.
"Thank you," he whispered before closing his eyes.
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