Bought by the ruthless lycan king (Ruby and Killian) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Ruby’s POV

as my trembling legs would carry me. Meanwhile, the servant trailing behind me, her frantic footsteps echoing my own. The words still rang in my ears hollow and hurt Martha is dead.

My heart thundered in my chest, a wild, desperate rhythm that drowned out all other sound. Each step forward felt like trudging through quicksand. I stumbled, nearly falling, but I forced myself upright. I had to reach her. Flad to see for myself

The crowd came into view as I approached the warehouse. A throng of curious faces pressed together, murmurs rippling through them like a tide, I barely registered their presence.

“Move!” I demanded.

“Get out of the way!”

When they didn’t move quickly enough. I shoved past them, ignoring their startled protests. The world narrowed to a single point of focus as I broke through the wall of bodies.

And then I saw it.

Blood. So much blood. It seeped across the floor in dark, viscous pools, glinting in the dim light. My breath caught, and my knees buckled. Hanging pathetically from a shelf, like a broken doll discarded by a careless child, was Martha. My Martha.

A scream fore from my throat, raw and piercing, as I rushed to her side.

“No! No, no, no!” I sobbed, my hands fumbling with the cruel bonds that held her limp form alofi. My fingers shook so violently that I could barely manage to untie them.

“Helpi

me!” I shouted at the onlookers. “Don’t just stand there, help me!”

No one moved. They were all still standing there, too scared to come closer.

Tears blurred my vision as I finally managed to loosen the knots, Martha’s lifeless body slumped forward into my arms, and I cradled her against me, her blood soaking into my dress. This woman had been more than a servant. She had been my nanny, my confidante, the one person who had stood by me through every storm

And now she was gone.

“How could this happen?”

I wailed, my voice breaking “Who did this!”

My words hung in the air, unanswered. No one dared to meet my gaze.

Two days ago, I had lost my daughter, Alicia. My beautiful, sweet girl. My heart had barely begun to process that unbearable loss when I stumbled upon the betrayal that shattered my world. Alpha Dominic, my husband, the man I had given everything to, was having an affair. And not just with anyone. With Camilla. My own sister.

Now this. Now Martha.

I clung to Martha’s lifeless body, my tears falling freely. The guards approached cautiously, their faces etched with pity.

“Luna,” one of them said softly

“Please step aside. We need to take care

re of her, my

v Luna

“No!” I snapped, clutching Martha tighter. “You don’t touch her! She’s mine! She’s mine!”

as was their duty as pack guards.

But they didn’t back away. One of them reached out, demanding and comunanding as

“Luna Ruby, please. Let us help you. Let us help her”

1 shook my head, sobbing harder. The weight of it all crushed me, stealing the air from my lungs. My litle Alicia. Dominic and Camilla. And now Martha. The threads that held my life together had snapped, leaving me with nothing but jagged fragments.

But no one answered, their silence like a thousand needles piercing my skin.

Pain flared within Π like a fresh wound. Memories of him defending Camilla, his arms around her, his soft assurances to her during the interrogation, resurfaced with brutal clarity. The slap he’d given me, the mark it left, still throbbed. And yet he dared to look at me as though I owed him an explanation.