Bought By The Ruthless Alpha King (Ruby) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: I Lost Her

Killian’s POV

“Aaa! I don’t like this!”

“This sight is hurting my eyes!”

“Killian, please! Tell all your servants to clean this up, now!”

Elysian had been causing a racket in my head non–stop ever since those despicable creatures wreaked havoc on the

Sundrench kingdom’s lands. As much as I hate to admit it, every werewolf’s wolf spirit reflects their human personality fifty

or even a hundred percent. That’s why, to be honest, I’m extremely unhappy with all this chaos

Loving to fight or kill doesn’t mean loving a mess.

“Killian, are you listening to me?!”

I let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose in exhaustion. Elysian was rampaging endlessly

“Elysian, I’m not deaf, okay? I’ll take care of it.”

“It’s not my fault I’m complaining! You’ve been ignoring me this whole time? Elysian grumbled

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to.” –

I walked along the stone path, ignoring Elysian’s startled reaction.

“D–did you just apologize?!” she shrieked dramatically.

“I don’t see what’s wrong with that. Now be quiet.”

Elysian curled up inside my mindscape, her fur bristling and her muzzle hanging open.

“Oh my god, the world is ending!”

Rolling my eyes, I reached where my companions were waiting. They greeted me with formal salutes, though I barely acknowledged them. Now back at my residence, I found that even though the first battle had ended and the servants had worked tirelessly to clean up the aftermath, the stench still lingered in the cracks between the marble floors and walls. That heavy, metallic scent that no amount of polish could erase. Maybe it would take rain to wash it away.

And I wasn’t doing much better myself.

My cloak hung loosely over my shoulders, tattered, torn, and darkened by dried blood some of it mine, some of it not. My bare chest was marked with half–healed wounds and bruises, every inch of my skin smeared with grime. My hair was a tangled mess, matted with sweat and dirt. In one hand, I clutched a half–dried bottle of wine, though for all it mattered, it might as well have been water.

I crossed the threshold into my private chambers like a headless corpse, my legs heavier than they should’ve been. The weight of bloodshed old and new pressed against my bones. And yet, it wasn’t the worst of it. There was something deeper, something far more painful that left me in this state.

The door creaked open behind me.

“Oh, heavens above!”

Sean’s voice cracked with panic. I turned, blinking wearily at my poor, wide–eyed steward. His usually neat hair had slipped free from its tie, and he gaped at me as though I were some kind of wild beast. His clothes, too, weren’t as pristine as they normally were he’d clearly been helping the palace guards fend off intruders.

“My lord!” he gasped, rushing forward. “What happened to you?! Why didn’t anyone send word? How long has it been by the gods, I’ll lose my mind, surrounded by these idiots!”

He paused his frantic rambling long enough to glance behind him.

“Healers! Now! Fetch the royal physician and bring hot water! Change the bedding! Quickly!”

I didn’t resist when Sean gently pried the bottle from my fingers. I was too exhausted to care.

“Your Majesty, please let me take care of you.”

“Do whatever you want,” I muttered.

I barely noticed the soft touch of his hands as he carefully removed what was left of my cloak and shirt. The cool cloth pressed against my skin, stinging the open wc Successfully unlocked! rightened birds, carrying supplies and

gathering around me in silent, anxious movements

I let them work. Cleaning the blood, stitching the gashes, binding the bruises. What difference did it make? These wounds

would heal.

But not the one beneath my ribs.

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Chapter 133 / Lost Her

“Still alive, I see.”

Leonidas’s voice cut through the haze. I looked up as he strolled in, leaning casually against the doorway as though he didn’t have a care in the world even with a split lip and a bruise darkening his jaw. His hair was a mess, dirt streaking his face, yet that same damn grin tugged at the comer of his mouth.

“I should’ve known you’d be drinking yourself half to death, he added.

“Unfortunately, that’s never going to happen,” I replied flatly.

“Pathetic. Could’ve saved me a lot of trouble.”

He crossed the room, grabbed the wine bottle Sean had left behind, and took a long, deep drink.

Sean looked horrified but wisely kept his mouth shut. Leonidas shot him a sidelong glance, and a faint flush colored his face. I turned away, not wanting to witness even a hint of romance in this room.

“Rosalyn, Mikale’s beta mate. She was in the bunker! Can you believe it? I didn’t think she’d make it, not with the baby.” He took another drink.

I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to lunge at this damned bastard.