Bought By The Ruthless Alpha King (Ruby) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139. Chasing Her Mikael’s Letter

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Chapter 139: Chasing Her Mikael’s Letter

Killian’s POV

“How long are we going to rot in this place?”

Elysian’s question echoed my own thoughts, word for word.

I had no quarrel with the three alphas seated before me. For once, they weren’t a migraine dressed as diplomats. Their arguments were sound, well–structured even. The problem wasn’t them. It was me.

I couldn’t concentrate.

Wearing the crown of the Lycan King sounded noble, untouchable, and stoic. That’s the mask I wore every single day. Today was no different.

The alphas spoke of cross–border trade, silver tariffs, and fair margins. The world outside had moved forward, yet our hidden territories, those veiled by magic wards remained tethered to the past. This kingdom was no exception.

The pounding in my skull worsened. I curled my fingers over the table’s edge, playing the part of the composed monarch. Their expressions were the same as the last time they stepped into this study. But my mind was nowhere near here.

No matter how vast my domain, I couldn’t stop seeing her.

Ruby. Or as she now preferred is Rosalyn.

She haunted every corner of my thoughts, still drenched from that stormy day at Mikael’s funeral. I saw her swollen eyes as if even the heavens had wept with her. She screamed his name, wailed like her soul had been torn in half. It took several to restrain her.

I wanted to go to her. To hold her. To be the one who grounded her pain. But I was no one. A royal pardon doesn’t erase what we were or weren’t. It doesn’t bridge the chasm between us.

“…we’ll proceed with next quarter’s logistics,” one of the alphas said, pausing for my nod.

I gave it, mechanically. The meeting carried on with modern integration strategies and magic–border negotiations. I barely heard a word.

Then one of them began, “Your Majesty, perhaps next time we could-”

“Send notice to reschedule,” I cut in, already rising to my feet. “This meeting is adjourned. My apologies.”

They bowed without question. Too dignified to pry. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, I exhaled, realizing I’d been holding that breath for far too long.

“Finally, they’re gone!”

Elysian, my inner wolf, shouted with such glee it almost made me chuckle.

I reached for a cigar from its holder, slipping it between my lips. I drew in the smoke deep into my chest and let it out with my frustration.

“Bored, weren’t you?”

Elysian snorted inside my head. “Bored? Seriously? I felt like I was dying! We should’ve just gone to see Ruby.”

The name hit me like a needle to the heart. I tilted my head back, eyes tracing the ceiling above.

“That’s a bad idea,” I muttered.

“And what exactly about it is a bad idea? Say it. Out loud.”

I let out a long, weary sigh. “Elysian, you know full well the situation has changed. We’re strangers now. And that’s my punishment for what I did.”

“Absolutely not! Have you forgotten the letter?” he snapped.

My brows furrowed in confusion. For a moment, clarity washed over me. I had nearly forgotten the letter Mil His final request, written for the four people he loved most.

gave me.

My eyes dropped to the drawer of my desk. My fists clenched. I pulled it open, rummaging through cluttered reports and polished pens until I found it buried beneath layers of bureaucracy. The envelope was worn, its edges frayed with time. And yet, Mikael’s handwriting was still sharp, still alive on the page. One word was scrawled on the front:

Killian.

Successfully unlocked!

I kind of forgave the impoliteness. After all, the scruciau y se passed into the afterlife. I pulled the envelope out gently, unfolding the letter with the same care one might use on brittle glass. I’d read it a hundred times. Maybe more. And still, every word cut like the first.

The Letter:

1/3

Chapter 139 Chasing Her Mkaefs Letter To Killian,

I’ve never had a taste for pleasantries. But fate, it seems, has cursed me with Jayder’s insistence that I begin this letter as

if I were capable of a gentle conversation. Forgive me, I’ve always preferred the weight of spoken words over ink and paper

If you’re reading this, then you already know.

We both understood this war might cost us everything.

I’ve made peace with that. But there are things that must be done. Things only a man seeking rederetion would dare carry

I know about your past with my wife. There’s no word vile enough to describe what felt when I learned what you date I didn’t care who you were. Not a title, not a legend. None of it mattered.

Damn you for it. But debts must be paid. For every tear, wound, and sleepless, shattered night.

“You sleeping, or is this just professional–level brooding now?”

“Did you come here to antagonize me, or-”