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.

Well, he was being a jerk to me too… Our eyes met and aside from his anger, I couldn’t make out the emotions in them…
“Lay her on the sofa.”
“Or more like drop me.” I remarked as he walked over to the sofa.
“Ahh, please don’t master…” Ulric said nervously.
Theon clenched his jaw as he let my legs down instead, before he pushed me with a mocking flick back onto the couch. “Good enough?” He remarked glaring at Ulric. He didn’t wait for an answer, walking out and shutting the door behind us with a snap. “Sorry about that.” I apologised.
Healer Ulric was a respected elder, but it seemed Theon had no care for it. He smiled warmly at me and began to open his bag.
“Don’t worry, I deal with brutish men all day long; he just has thick skin. He does care… He was very clear I must come immediately. Now tell me dear, where are you hurt?”
I lifted my shirt, his words ringing in my head.
Theon was a mystery, I didn’t get if he cared or not. Sometimes he did things that I’m sure my own delusional mind made me think he cared… but then I knew that was not true.
I zoned out as the healer got to work, a soft orange light around his hands as I pondered on
everything
Was it possible to crush on someone who my mother would 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 his presence, the way those amber eyes lit my entire body ablaze with a dangerous desire. The fact that he was the only one who made me forget the emptiness that I felt inside…
“I’m surprised the poison didn’t spread as deeply as I assumed it would. A Siren’s touch is nothing more than death itself.” He mused, sitting back and taking out a roll of gauze.
I frowned remembering the Siren’s kiss of 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 even realising what fate they faced. Was that a blessing or a curse?
“Rest, Miss De’Lạcor… The healing herbs will make you feel rather drowsy. I’ll show myself
out.”
I didn’t reply, letting sleep envelope me in its embrace…
—-
“I don’t know Leyna, maybe you imagined the kiss?” It was the following 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 told her father how she was fine.
“I couldn’t imagine being kissed by that thing.” I rolled my eyes, 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 bedroom.
“I know but it’s… you know they say it’s bad luck.” She mumbled looking down at her organza gown, fiddling with the hem. “Yeah no one lives after the kiss of death and if by some miracle you make it back alive you will die soon? I’ve heard that old tale. I don’t believe in it. We all know that they kill by ripping our hearts out not by the kiss.”
“But if you speak of it… people will associate you with bad luck, I would never think that but just… be careful.”
I looked at her reflection in the mirror, our eyes meeting. I knew what she was saying… that it would just make me in whole look worse… I nodded.
“I get it… Theon probably saw it… but he won’t tell anyone, I know that much, aside from the Alpha if he hasn’t already told him.”
“I doubt it, father didn’t say.” She shook her head confidently. “He just said Theon once again proved himself.”
“Well, he did save us.” I pouted. Saved me again… “Did you hear what he said before we were dragged into the water?”
“Hmm?” I asked, turning away from the mirror and letting my top fall over my stomach. “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. The organza curtains blew gently thanks to the wind that came in through the open balcony doors. “I don’t know… I just think maybe I need to stop gushing over him.” Charlene murmured watching me. I turned my head to look at her, as she slowly lay back on the bed next to me, placing her hands under her cheek.
“I’m serious Yileyna… I think maybe he’s into you.”
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