King Cyrus immediately let go of Killian's throat, making the man fall to the ground.
Amelia sighed and walked to him.
"With due respect, I know you are angry, King Cyrus, because Alpha Killian has been opposing the rules set by the authorities, but this is not the right time for it." Amelia stood before Killian, and it almost looked like she was shielding him.
Killian, on the other hand, still in pain, smiled inwardly.
He knew it. No matter how much she pretended to hate him, she could never do it. She loved him too much for it.
Cyrus looked into her eyes and saw her pleading expression, huffing loudly, and leaving the funeral room.
Amelia didn't waste a second in running behind him.
The man walked to the forest to calm his raging anger toward Amelia because she had interrupted him, almost making it look like she still loved Killian.
"King Cyrus–" Amelia started.
"Leave, if you don't want me to direct my anger at you," Cyrus seethed.
