Bought By The Ruthless Alpha King (Ruby) novel Chapter 134

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Chapter 134: Eyes, Nose, and Lips Part 1

Killian’s POV

The scent of despair still lingered in the r

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‘So, you’ve finally decided to crawl out of that place you call a room and play outde Weave year old chasing bytterst Elysian teased through our link

“I think it’s time we stopped mourning”

‘Maybe but not with your heart. The sky in your inner world is still so dark, dan

I felt quilty toward him. A Lycan’s or werewolf’s inner world mostly reflects the emotional state of its human evnterpart. A gloomy sky meant the person was emotionally unstable. Elysian often complained because it would rain and storm to often in our shared inner world.

And it all came down to one person. I tried to suppress the grief and bitterness that weighed hearly on my chest I could mourn my fate later. A king has a schedule to manage his kingdom. No matter how broken he might be inside

Now, I stood outside the kingdom. Elysian let out a mournful sound as the lingering scent of grief clung to this place like a curse. The security post was nothing more than an improvised camp. A collection of half built shelters, broken caravan. and tents hastily thrown up among shattered trees. This was all that remained of half a dozen small packs that won’t strong enough to fend off the Orcs.

And here I was, standing in the middle of it all.

“Alright, Leo,” I said, pointing at the map spread out on the battered table in front of us, “we’re going to reinforce the borders and relocate the survivors. Food, shelter maybe even weapons. I want every small pack in this region protected”

Leonidas, already halfway through chewing an apple, froze mid–bite. He blinked at me as though he’d just witnessed a falling star.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, Leonidas.”

He swallowed the chunk of apple with difficulty, still looking dazed. “Okay, hold on a sec, buddy. Did you hit your head while

I wasn’t looking? Or did someone spill wine into your drink? Because I just heard you say ‘help them, and I just need a moment to adjust.”

I stared at him flatly. “I’m serious.”

“You mean you’re actually serious about helping someone? Now that’s terrifying.”

He grinned, tossing the apple core carelessly over his shoulder. “Since when did the great Killian Rudwick, the immortal King of the Lycans and Lord of Gloom, decide to play savior?”

“These wolves are ours,” I replied simply, already starting to feel a headache brewing from being interrogated nonstop. “No matter how small the pack, no matter how weak. They are under our protection. That’s the law I reinstated.”

Leonidas whistled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Damn. Who knew the old tyrant had a soft spot? Next thing you know, you’ll be adopting stray wolf pups and baking pies.”

I smirked despite myself. “Don’t push it.”

He chuckled, patting my back as we made our way toward the post manager’s tent – a sagging structure with faded canvas walls and a crude wooden sign.

The man inside was a gaunt, grey–haired Beta from one of the packs that had been wiped out. He had taken over the post when there were no Alphas or Betas left capable of leading. His face was drawn and weary, his beard streaked with ash, but his eyes still burned with a flicker of youthful defiance.

“My King,” he greeted stiffly with a bow.

“There’s no need for that,” I said, waving it off. “We’re here to help. I’ll be sending supplies, guards, healers. Anyon spare.”

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The Beta’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing in his expression. “Y–Your Majesty… is that true? B–but we don’t deserve such mercy. We failed to hold-”

“You survived. You protected your people. Tha Successfully unlocked!

The tight set of his shoulders eased, relief softening the hard lines of his face.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

I left Leonidas to handle the details. Honestly, I needed the open air to clear my head.

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Chapter 134 Eyes, Nose, and Lips Part!

The weight of the crown was constant, pressing against my bones. It had been far too long since I’d walked among the living like this, without titles or guards. The last time I did, I ended up harassed by a group of rogue vampires

So I wandered.

The camp sprawled in uneven rows. Children played near torn tents, heaters tended to the wounded Wolves, humans, and a few other stranded races moved warily around each other after the horror they’d endured. They still bore the trauma battling the anxiety that clung to them like a second skin, trying to reclaim some sense of normalcy