Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 97: Kyle’s wrong intentions with her

Kyle looked at the girl between his arms, enraged.

On the other hand, Amelia was confused about why he was angry.

"You did it, didn’t you?" Kyle asked.

The girl furrowed her brows, still confused.

"What did I do?" She asked.

Kyle glared at the girl. Did she not know what he was talking about? How dare she feign oblivion?

He had been waiting to see her so he could observe her and ask her what was on her mind.

That night was the worst night of his life. He thought he was helping Amelia by giving her that pill, and she would finally see his love and care for her, but who would’ve thought he would face pain in his life in return for helping her?

And it wasn’t because he was in actual pain, but because of how helpless he felt.

After being sent to that orphanage and then coming out of it, he had never felt so helpless as he did that night.

It was torture beyond control.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to spend the night when you went ahead with Cyrus? When you let him touch you, make you orgasm like no one ever did?" Kyle asked.

Realisation dawned upon her. He was talking about ’that’.

As much as she felt guilty because he was her mate, it wasn’t something she wanted to apologise for. It was supposed to happen sooner or later.

"And? He is my husband. Don’t tell me you were in pain all night. It doesn’t make any sense. I haven’t marked you yet," Amelia said.

After roaming among rogues in her past life, she also knew a thing or two about mates.

Kyle glared at her.

"I didn’t feel that kind of pain where I wanted to die, but the kind of pain where I wanted to rip your clothes and take you, like I want to do now. Haven’t I already made it clear? I am your fate, Amelia. I felt it all, and wanted to be a part of it, the receiver of your touch," Kyle said.

Amelia blushed at the same image of having a threesome again before she cleared her throat to calm her raging heart.

"Well, I can’t help you with that," Amelia started, but couldn’t finish her sentence.

In the next moment, Kyle pressed his lips against her; he bit into his tongue, forcing his blood into her mouth.

Amelia’s eyes closed instinctively at the taste of the blood that was starting to become a weird kink.

A sudden fire burned from inside her, and the glow in her hand started glowing as soon as he kissed her.

She wanted to push him away, but it was almost as if her body was defying her orders.

"No, this is wrong," Amelia groaned.

Though she was saying those words, every cell in her body told her that it wasn’t wrong that they belonged to him, too. As much as she was falling for King Cyrus, she had a duty to this man.

Amelia clenched her eyes, trying to imagine Cyrus’s face to bring her back to reality and have enough strength to push the man.

However, the man just used her struggling form to his advantage and pushed his tongue inside her mouth.

The moment it happened, Amelia knew she was gone.

Something exploded in her head, and she arched her back involuntarily.

He tasted divine. Kissing him almost felt equivalent to King Cyrus, even when she didn’t love him.

The way he was sucking every inch of her mouth, drinking her like a holy elixir, Amelia’s womanhood twitched as she started feeling aroused, something that the man could smell.

Kyle shifted his hand and placed it between her legs, right over her crotch through her leggings.

A moan escaped her lips, and she couldn’t control herself anymore.

Her legs started feeling jelly, and as much as she tried to push his hand away, the more urgently he touched her while kissing her.

She felt she was being taken advantage of, but how could she love it simultaneously? 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Fuck, I didn’t want to do it like this. I didn’t want to invade you like this, but you forced me, sweetheart. Can’t you see how much I am in love with you?" He groaned against her.

Amelia’s hand clenched around his shoulders. At this point, she didn’t know if she was pushing or pulling him.

The way he was rubbing her down there felt so intimate...

Her legs shook violently, and her body started to go limp in his arms. The man meticulously lifted her off the ground, supporting her on the wall.

Amelia hugged the man as he played with her pussy, doing whatever he wanted.

She placed her face in the crook of her neck, almost feeling like he was the same man who was fingering her that night.

Her mind couldn’t differentiate between Cyrus and Kyle anymore.

Her lips went to his neck, and she nibbled on his skin softly before kissing it.

Kyle froze for a second, not expecting that kind of reaction from her.

Was she going to mark him, too?

"Mark me, sweetheart. Do it. I am all yours," Kyle said, and Amelia, getting more aroused, felt her body shudder before she released her orgasm inside her panties.

A groan left her mouth as she tried her best to control her voice at the college’s premises.

Kyle, a little dejected, was still happy that he could touch her, even if it was above her leggings.

He placed her down and was about to ask her why she didn’t mark him when she did the same with Cyrus, but before he could do that, Amelia raised her hand and slapped him.

The slap was so hard that his face turned to the side.

He stood there in shock.

"How could you!" Amelia raised her hand to slap him again when he grabbed her hand and pushed her hard against the wall.

"Don’t test my patience, sweetheart. You are lucky I am not bending you over and fucking you already because we both know how much we both need and want it. You can deny it all you want, but your body would always react the most to me because we are mates," Kyle said before he bit into his hand and forced his hand on her mouth.

Forcing her to drink his blood, he looked at her with hungry eyes.

"My blood stays inside you till you don’t mark me. And I will do it every day. Let’s see how you will stop me," Kyle said.

Amelia glared at the man, feeling helpless.

If this mate bond was what was making things complicated and making her body defy her orders, she better get rid of it.

"I..." She started to reject Kyle, but no matter how hard she tried, no word came out of her mouth, and she looked at Kyle with wide eyes.

Kyle smirked.

There was a reason he made her drink his blood. It was to sire her body that would not oppose him.

Tears welled in Amelia’s eyes when she realised she couldn’t reject him.

"You will always come back to me, darling. No matter who you run to. Because I am your destiny," The man said before he bent and pecked her chest, leaving with a satisfied smirk.