Bought by the ruthless lycan king (Ruby and Killian) novel Chapter 18

I watched her, trembling and beautiful, as she knelt before me. Her eyes, still wet with tears, told a story of desperation and determination for revenge. She was remarkable, a woman who had sold herself to me for revenge. Yet, even while kneeling, she exuded a quiet strength that intrigued me more than I cared to admit.

Or actually, more accurately a goddess who is willing to kneel before a demon. It was a suitable hyperbole.

My hand rested on her face, my thumb brushing the soft curve of her clicek. She gasped but didn’t pull away. Her skin felt warm under my touch, and her lips… her lips were a temptation I could barely resist.

“You already know the truth, don’t you?” I purred, our breath blending together. “About your so–called family.”

The words struck her like a blow, and she winced. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the pain of hearing me call them what they were: fake

“Tell me, Ruby.” I continued, my thumb brushing the edge of her trembling lips. “How did you learn of their cries!”

She hesitated, her voice faltering as she began to speak. “I found a letter.”

THm… Continue.”

My thumb swiped over her lower lip again, savoring the way she breathed.

“Martha… she hid it. She knew everything. About my parents, about their betrayal… about me.” Her voice cracked, but she continued. They killed my birth parents. They’ve used me all this time as a pawn, a tool to gain power that doesn’t belong to them.”

I tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at me. Her tears reflected the light, and I saw the fire that burned beneath her sadness. She wanted revenge, and she had come to the right place. Oh she was being so honest.

“And what do you plan to do now? Now that you know the truth!”

Her breath hitched. L. I want them to pay as I asked you, Your Majesty.”

The beauuful lips trembled. “For my daughter. For Martha. For myself.”

A smile slowly spread across my lips. “Revenge is a powerful motivator, Ruby.”

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thumb trace the line of her lips again and almost want to groan at the taste.

“And revenge is a heavy burden to bear,” I murmured, “but I can bear it for you. I can give you everything you want. All you have to do is surrender yourself to me.”

She didn’t look away, her resolve growing stronger under my gaze.

“Please leave me in no doubt, Your Majesty, I will pay for it. Whatever it takes.”

“My dear, I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to make sure of one thing.” I said half–teasing her.

“Am I clear to you!”

I let the silence stretch out as I asked the question, watching her struggling with her decision. When she finally nodded. I felt a wave of satisfaction.

But before I could savor her resignation, Ruby reached out and caught my hand, her grip surprisingly firm. Her eyes looked at me with a questioning glint.

“Your Highness. Do you want the heirloom?” Ruby asked cautiously.

I blinked, her question surprising me. I didn’t think she would know that right away considering it was my conversation with Nathaniel. But of course, the old man had a mouth as wide as a bucket

“And what will you do, my little Luna?”

“I will give it to you,” she said simply, “Soon”

A grin spread across my face, sharp and wollish. How unexpected, how glorious. I let my fingers trace his cheek, my lips brushing his temple as I space.

She trembled under my touch, but she still did not resist, I leaned back slightly, admiring the fire in her eyes. Ruby Lucienne was proving far more interesting than I had anticipated, and I couldn’t wait to see how this game would play out.

I don’t plan to let Ruby go anytime soon. The thought of her leaving my side irritated me, but I understood her needs. Her sudden absence from her family would raise questions, arouse suspicion, and complicate matters before I was ready to act. Still, the idea of sending her back to the people who had wronged her left a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn’t understand why.

Ruby looked confused, her emotions swirling in her eyes as she stood before me. Unsure and vulnerable. The hesitation was understandable, given the storm he had been through. After all, I was a good Lycan King–at least by my own standards. She needed reassurance, and I was more than willing to provide it.