Bought By The Ruthless Alpha King (Ruby) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: The She–devil Returns

Killian’s POV

“A great way to rise from the dead.”

I clutched my throbbing skull, my throat dry and burning as if I had swallowed embers straight from a volcano. Pushing. aside the ridiculous moment, I forced myself upright, blinking against the irritating light. My vision swam before finally settling on a familiar figure. The maid head Beatrice.,

“Your Majesty! You had us all worried!”

She hurried forward, placing a pillow behind my back. Her face was filled with rare relief, her lips parting as if she were about to scold me for the hundredth time.

“Your heartbeat was so weak. We were all terrified!”

She lingered at the edge of my bed, her hands fidgeting as if unsure whether to touch me or keep her distance from the tyrant king.

I scoffed, “Even if my heart stopped, Beatrice, I would still live. Have you forgotten? I am immortal.”

“That doesn’t stop us from caring about you, Your Majesty.”

“Yes, well, you can put that concern on hold for now.”

A violent cough racked my chest, cutting off her words. Pain stabbed through every bone in my body. I barely held back the growl threatening to tear from my throat as another wave of agony crashed over me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had fallen this hard. Damn it.

Before long, the healers moved swiftly, their hands steady as they held me in place within seconds.

One of them gently guided Beatrice away, speaking softly, “Our King will recover, Head Steward. It’s best if you sit here for now and allow us to do our work.”

“Thank you, healer,” she murmured.

The healer smiled. “It is our duty.”

I clenched my teeth every time I so much as moved. Each slight motion sent unbearable jolts of pain searing through my veins. I tried to rise from this cursed bed, only to be immediately restrained by several healers.

“Do not move too much, Your Majesty. You are still recovering.”

“Recovering from what?” I grumbled, my patience wearing thin. My voice was weaker than I wanted it to be, rough from the bile and blood I had coughed up before losing consciousness.

One of the older healers, his eyes wise and unreadable, stepped forward. He seemed unfazed by my harsh demeanor.

“There is no harm in resting. Your body is rejecting something, my King. We believe it to be a foreign poison.”

I tensed up, almost unable to believe what I was hearing. Someone is trying to poison me and hoping I die? Is this a comedy?

The elder healer continued, “But your Lycan blood is fighting against it. The symptoms were severe, though the worst has passed. Your organs suffered temporary disruption, but your healing abilities have prevented any permanent damage.” I scoffed. “How wonderful.”

Another cup was brought to my lips, and despite the nauseating scent of herbs churning my stomach, I forced the liquid down my throat. A grimace crossed my face at the bitter, revolting taste of the medicinal ingredients as they spread through my body. Slowly but surely, the lingering pain began to fade.

The healers murmured amongst themselves about my condition, but my mind was elsewhere.

I let them finish their work before dismissing them all.

“Leave if you’re done. You’re giving me a headache.”

I could still see the boy’s face, his wide blue eyes filled with curiosity, tilting his head in the same way I did Mufinto