When Alia returned to the Royal Palace, King Cyrus had already arrived and sat in the hall as if waiting for her.
Alia’s eyes shone brightly when she spotted him, and she walked quickly towards him without hesitating.
"You are already here," She said.
The man didn’t say anything. He kept looking at the file he was reading as if he couldn’t hear her as Alia pouted her lips before taking a deep breath.
She was about to sit close to him but stopped when she looked at her outfit.
She should take a bath first and freshen up before approaching him.
A true werewolf’s scent-slling sense was compelling and sensitive. He was a king. What if he got irritated with her sll?
With this thought, Alia was about to ascend the stairs when Cyrus’s words stopped her.
"How was your day?" He asked.
Alia’s eyes bead again when he asked her the question.
He asked her about her day. It ant he cared whether her day went well, right? He has started to care for her, which ans it won’t be long before she can gain his trust and make him fall in love with her, right?
Alia smiled and walked back to him, sitting at so distance on the other sofa.
"It was good. We had two laboratory lectures, and I enjoyed them the most. There was this experint where I had to–" Alia started telling him everything she did, even when she had to use the restroom.
Cyrus, reading his file, looked up at her happy face as she described her day as if she had done sothing fascinating when it was just mundane.
He observed how she waved her hands to express herself best, her expressions turning with her tone. She would even widen her eyes and squint them from ti to ti.
She was weird, for sure.
He also noticed that she didn’t ntion one thing about her father coming to et her and demanding the data results or how he slapped her. Killian stopped her in the corridor and talked about taking her to the carnival.
Was it because she remained loyal to them and wanted to protect them by hiding their cris? The thought made Cyrus’s expression of her turn grave, and he humd vaguely.
"Why are you sitting like that?" He asked when he saw how she was trying to maintain a distance from him when she didn’t leave any opportunity to get close to him in the last few days.
"I ca from outside and must be reeking of sweat. I don’t want to torture your nostrils," Alia said.
Miss Quinn, who was inford that Princess was back and knew King Cyrus was also in the palace and that the man might end up hurting the girl, raised her brows at the girl’s unladylike comnt.
"Princess, how can you–" Miss Quinn started but was cut off by King Cyrus.
"So, in that case, if I say you reek, you will leave my room and the bed?" Cyrus asked.
Miss Quinn shook her head.
"Sir, what are you–" she started to say but was cut off by Alia this ti.
"No," Alia said.
"No?" Cyrus asked.
"I will take a bath and get on the bed. Why will I leave the room? It’s my husband’s room. And since we are married, it’s technically ours. We should sleep together," Alia said and nodded to herself as if she had co up with the most logical thing.
A nerve in Cyrus’s forehead twitched at her words.
How conveniently she called his room hers. Cunning and manipulating woman!
Cyrus looked at Miss Quinn as if he had proven a point. The lady was imdiately reminded of the first night when their king had said the girl wanted to sleep with him and couldn’t help but shake her head.
He didn’t say anything and just walked away, leaving Alia confused.
"Did I say sothing wrong? Wasn’t that exactly how things worked? That should be our room now, right?" Alia looked at Miss Quinn for help, but the lady didn’t know what to say.
Their princess was too naive and innocent to understand the aning behind her words.
Alia walked into the room to freshen up and down her assignnt before dinner, her smile dropping from her face.
She looked at her face in the mirror, touching the cheek that her father had slapped.
Though she was trying hard to distract herself, her heart and mind were reminding her of the incident, respectively, and she closed her eyes, pressing harder against her cheeks to feel the pain intensify.
This pain was a reminder that she didn’t need to be soft on anyone. That they all deserved the kind of fate she had in mind for them for torturing her like that.
The main person is Hannah Cooper.
"You just wait and watch," Alia said.
She went inside the bathroom to take a quick bath and change.
At the sa ti, in the western zone of the healers’ community, a man stood on top of a skyscraper’s roof as he looked beneath the town.
His expression was dark, full of malice and evil intentions.
Cold breeze brushing against his clothes made his cloak move along the wind as he looked at the town like a grim reaper deciding their death.
His boss decided it. Since it was his earnest wish, he didn’t have a problem burning what didn’t belong to these healers.
"Ready?" The man heard a voice and turned to his left, where another man stood as he watched the twin with the binoculars.
"It will increase the controversy between the werewolves and healers," the man said.
The second man scoffed.
"Not our concern. The healers should’ve thought about that when they raised their hands on soone they shouldn’t. It’s about ti they stop taking advantage of the weak," he said.
They descended the stairs and went straight inside the town, ready to let the healers taste their dicine.
In the darkness approaching the night, they threw petrol on the laboratory gates before moving around the walls and throwing the petrol there, too.
It wouldn’t be enough. They both looked at each other before smiling.
They loved to cause trouble, and now that their boss had ordered them to do exactly what they loved, they were going to enjoy it.
"Wait. Let’s write the reason," One said, and the other nodded before taking out the graffiti spray.
He walked so distance and wrote the ssage on the ground.
"What doesn’t belong to you shouldn’t stay with you," The ssage was loud and clear.
Without thinking twice, the man pulled out a grenade from his pocket and took its pin off.
He threw the grenade into the laboratory.
Boom!
The sound of the blast echoed in the environnt, waking up everyone.
The screams of won once again adorned the healer’s community as the n rushed out of their houses to see what was happening.
Their eyes widened when they saw the large laboratory of the healer’s community burning in flas.
The flas were so large, reaching the sky, they looked like they were bowing to the moon goddess.
The toxic sll from the chemicals stored in the laboratory since the new batch was brought in just two weeks ago spread, and people started their cars to escape the area for the ti being.
Thas and Hannah, who rushed out of their house and watched the laboratory burning in flas, wearing masks, looked at each other with wide eyes.
What the hell? Who did this? They had the sa thoughts.
anwhile, the man who had ordered the two n to do sothing like this and was watching the live telecast smirked.
It was satisfying. He smiled, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes with a smile.
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Alia sat on the bed as she thought about all the things that she could do to reverse this plan and make her sister pay for the promise that her father might’ve made to the healers of the other regions concerning Alzheir’s disease.
She dialed Marcos’s number and looked out the window before walking to the balcony.
"Yes, Miss," Marcos said as soon as he picked up the call.
Alia took a deep breath.
"Marcos, you are the only one I can trust with my secrets. You have held onto them and kept them safe for as long as I rember. Can you do a favor?" Alia asked.
Marcos scrunched his brows but nodded his head nonetheless.
"What is it, Miss?" He asked.
"I want you to go to the healers’ laboratory and steal data from my vault," she said.
That was the only way she could think of at the mont. Since she had experinted on things without anyone’s help, she had so idea about the results and how to get them.
She was ready to experint again rather than allow her sister to get the credit for her hard work this ti.
"It’s not possible, miss," Marcos said.
Alia scrunched her brows.
Was it because doing so would be trespassing into the territory of the healers, and as a loyal guy, he couldn’t do it? She wondered.
"Don’t worry about the security, Marcos. I will tell you the details and passwords of all the doors. You can go and co out of there unscathed without letting anyone know," She said.
There was no other guy she could trust other than Marcos. If he disagreed, she would need to go herself.
They will find out about the missing data the next day, and if anybody from the laboratory saw her there or her face registered in anyone’s mind in the town, they will suspect her.
All her plans to observe Hannah’s tactics would go down the drain.
"Marcos, I know you are loyal to my father and don’t want to do anything against him, but please do this for . This is really important. I don’t want to give the credit to Hannah again," Alia pleaded, and Marcos took a deep breath.
"Miss, I can’t do anything because I can’t steal from sothing that doesn’t exist. The laboratory is burning," Marcos said, and Alia raised her brows in surprise.
Burning?
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