My Alpha's Betrayal: Burning In The Flames Of His Vengeance

Chapter 10

10. His Rage

YILEYNA

The moment we returned to the palace Theon had told one of the other royal guards to escort Charlene to the healers for a check over.

“Don’t I need to go…”

A withering glare made me go quiet. I needed a healer too… “She needs to be checked ov-” “Take care of yourself first, princess.” Theon’s icy reply came, cutting Charlene off. I exchanged looks with Charlene but neither of us spoke knowing that if he told the king what happened… We were entirely screwed. All the way back Charlene had kept on saying it was her fault and she was ready to take the responsibility, but Theon had ignored her. I knew she was trying to drill it into him that I had nothing to do with it. But I did… I should have been more responsible.

“I can walk.” I declared as we headed towards my quarters.

He came to a sudden stop, not even looking at me and dropped me, making me gasp as I landed hard on my ass on the floor. Pain jolted up my side making my eyes sting with tears.

Goddess…

“Walk then.”

He crossed his arms, his eyes simmering as he looked down at me. I frowned, forcing myself to my feet, the pain from the injury was excruciating. “See?” I replied haughtily, clutching my injured side as I limped along, gripping onto the wall. I needed a healer, but I couldn’t even mind link, why didn’t he let me go straight to the infirmary?

“Sure, the poison from a Siren’s claw will kill you slowly.” He remarked to my annoyance, following me down the hall.

This was so hard as it was. I paused, unable to go further, needing a break. I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily as I looked up at him. “Yeah, I’ve heard, how about you be so nice as to call a healer for me?” I asked, trying not to scream as a flare of pain shot through me. “You seem capable enough.” I felt my own irritation growing. “What is your problem, Theon? What have I ever done that makes you so angry towards me?! Just get me a damn healer please!” I turned away, not wanting him to see my tears. I gasped when his hand went to my shoulder, spinning me around rather harshly, but just then we heard footsteps and we both turned to see one of the healers walking toward us.

“Miss De’Lacor, Master Theon. I came as fast as I could.” The elderly male with a long white beard remarked, his eyes instantly assessing me. So, Theon had called a healer. “Bring her to her quarters, Master Theon.” He ordered politely leading the way to my room. I glared at Theon, warning him not to touch me. I turned to follow Healer Ulric when I was suddenly lifted by my thighs and tossed over his shoulder. “Ouch!” I gasped feeling the pressure on my stomach only tugging at my injury on my side. “C-careful master Theon, she’s injured is she not?!” Healer Ulric exclaimed. Healer Ulric was a healer mage and one of the heads at the royal infirmary. “She isn’t in that much pain, are you?” Theon asked, yanking me off his shoulder and into his arms. I gasped in pain, clinging onto his shoulder and glaring at him murderously.

“I didn’t say that! I said I can manage; you are hurting me.” I hissed trying not to focus on his perfect jawline.

“Don’t like a little pain?” He taunted quietly. My heart skipped a beat, and he quirked an eyebrow. “Key, little storm.”

I blinked, realising we were outside my quarters. I quickly took it out and handed it to the healer. I glanced down at Theon’s neck, my nails had drawn blood.

too… Our eyes met and aside from his anger, I couldn’t make out the

her on

like drop me.” I remarked as he walked over to the

master…”

back onto the couch. “Good enough?” He remarked glaring at Ulric. He didn’t wait for

respected elder, but it seemed Theon had no care

thick skin. He does care… He was very clear I must come immediately. Now tell me dear, where

my shirt, his words

I’m sure my own delusional

the healer got to work, a soft orange

everything

say is a total bad boy? One I should stay away from. However,… no matter what a jerk he is, I couldn’t get over the way my heart raced in

spread as deeply as I assumed it would. A Siren’s touch is nothing more than death itself.” He mused, sitting back

death, and shuddered. There were rumours that when one is kissed by a Siren their death is inevitable. It had been strange… they say when a Siren sings one becomes completely enraptured and is lured to their death without

Miss De’Lạcor… The healing herbs will make you feel rather drowsy. I’ll show

out.”

didn’t reply, letting sleep envelope

—-

night, Charlene and I were in her quarters. We were discussing what happened yesterday. Luckily the king didn’t question us, but it seemed Theon had had a word with him, and Charlene had

lifting my top as I looked at my healing wounds, in her ornate, gold-framed, floor-length mirror. She gave me a sheepish look, her gorgeous ginger hair seemed to glow in the warm lights of her

of death and if by some

speak of it… people will associate you with bad luck, I would never think that but

eyes meeting. I knew what she was saying… that it would just make me in whole

it… but he won’t tell anyone, I know that much, aside

her head confidently. “He just said Theon

us.” I pouted. Saved me again… “Did you hear

“He called your name… he saved you first…” She wiggled her eyebrows pointedly, and I tilted my head, rolling my eyes. “Oh for goddess’s sake, Charl, stop it, he probably did that as the Siren had a hold on me. It was probably easier to save me first or he just thought I was useless and probably would die before you.” I dropped onto her luxurious four-poster bed and stared up at the canopy.

I think maybe he’s into

her

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