The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman novel Chapter 234

~Leo~

The moment we arrived at the mansion, I rushed inside. From the way Amelia sounded on the phone, I knew she was mad, and I could not blame her. When I left for the airport and lied about showing Clay and Andrew the place, I believed I had done the right thing then, but now I knew it was silly.

I put myself in her shoes and realised I owed her an apology. Even though I did not want her to join me at the airport, I should have told her what I planned on doing. It wouldn't have cost me anything. But instead, I chose to lie. I knew she had it in for me.

"The omegas would show you all to your room; I am sure Amelia has allocated the rooms to the queen and ladies," I said, and Sylvester nodded.

"You are in trouble?" he asked, and I knew he would know the look. I reluctantly nodded, and Marcel and Theo started laughing.

"Let me guess; you did not tell her we were coming?" Marcel said, and I shook my head.

"Not that. "I said and sighed.

"I did not tell her I was going to the airport to get our guest because we suspected they might be attacked," I said, and Marcel laughed.

"Same thing Leo. You couldn't have told her if you wanted our arrival in the east to be a surprise. Going to your her, we will make ourselves comfortable. I am sure our wives panicked when they saw that attack, and the kappa drove them away. They must have transferred some of that panic to Amelia," He said, and his words did not make me feel better. I decided to leave them.

I linked Amelia, and she told me she was in the room.

I got to the room and decided to knock. I could only laugh at myself after I had knocked on the door twice as if I were a guest.

I felt too guilty.

"Come in," Amelia linked me, and I entered the room.

She was sitting on the couch in the room and wasn't smiling.

That was a bad sign.

I should have bought her flowers before coming home. Maybe that would have softened her mood.

She looked at me, and I forgot that I was wounded. I had already started healing but knew I looked like a mess.

She rushed towards me and led me to the bathroom. Then she took off the fabric Vino had tied on my side. The wound was still open, but it was healing. I guess the cut was deep.

She did not say a word to me. She ran warm water on it and disinfected it with ethanol.

She could have used the hydrogen peroxide, but she wanted it to hurt, and it did before wrapping a bandage around my waist to cover the wound. It would be healed tomorrow.

Once she was done, She left me alone in the bathroom, and I had to gather the courage to face her in the room.

"Amelia," I said, and she looked at me with blue wolf eyes.

"You could have died out there," she said with a shaky voice.

"I do not ask questions, I mind my business, and I let you have your secrets and tell me things when you want to, but that does not mean that you should do this," she said, and I was silent.

"You just met Andrew and Clay. How can you entrust your life and that of our friends to them?" She said, and I was surprised that she did not trust them either.

"I have no issues with Clay. I know he is sincere, but Andrew is a different case. Did it ever occur to you that he is on a mission to help the cult get us? What if he turned on you and Clay in battle? What if he is an informant and prepared them for this. You and our friends would have been in trouble, and I would have believed you were showing them the pack. It is wrong, Leo," she said with tears in her eyes.

"This is not the time for romantic surprises. We are at war. You are supposed to tell me everything. Let me know everything so I will know what to do and how and when to chip in. It is very important, Leo." She said and sighed. Then wiped away her tears.