Bought By The Ruthless Alpha King (Ruby) novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Repair

Chapter 108: Repair

Killian’s POV

The afternoon weather was peaceful when the guards reported an unexpected visitor at the gate. The name they mentioned was one I had long wished never to hear again until the incident two days ago made me realize I had made a grave mistake. The guards spoke that name once, and it echoed through my bones as if it had never left me.

“Has our former Beta truly come to see me?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

I took a sip of chamomile tea, savoring how its effects slightly soothed my nerves.

“Not accompanied by the royal advisors?” I asked again.

“Our Beta has come alone, Your Majesty,” one of them replied.

I lifted my gaze. “Then inform our royal advisors that the former Beta of the Sundrench Kingdom is no longer to be sought.” “Understood.”

After that, I ordered them to bring the man to my lounge, a beautiful glass garden where various flowers and plants flourished. I sat in my chair, my fingers tense, waiting for his arrival with the guards. The heavy doors creaked open, and he stepped inside.

He looked different from how I remembered. His clothing was simple, though the sharp glint in his eye was anything but. His movements carried the composure of a man who had found peace, while I remained trapped in my own chaos. There were no traces of stress on his face. All in all, he had been living well since leaving the palace.

It embarrassed me, to say the least. He stopped a few meters away, standing tall, his expression unreadable. “Killian,” he greeted, his tone flat.

I leaned back in my chair, narrowing my eyes at him. “You return after abandoning your position, addressing me so boldly by my first name?”

“Would you rather I say it properly?” he countered.

“No, thank you.”

Leonidas cast a skeptical look. “Did you hit your head too hard? Usually, you hate it when someone tramples on your pride.” My silence was answer enough, and it seemed to irritate him. He rubbed the back of his neck before pulling out the chair across from me.

“I came because I heard what happened. Daphne Marjorie.”

My body instinctively went rigid at the mention of my cousin’s name. A tingling sensation crept over my skin,

uncomfortable tremors, and a sick churn in my stomach that sent acid rising to my throat. Her obsession with me flashed through my mind, and my skin prickled with disgust.

I would never touch someone who shared even a single branch of my family tree. What drives a person to such obsessive lengths, to the point of selling their soul? Utterly idiotic.

“Somehow, she managed to survive all this time. You burned her as punishment. Is that true?” he pressed.

My jaw clenched at his words. “You heard correctly. And if you’re here to scold me for it, I suggest you hold your tongue.” “My intentions are good, oh Mighty King. Don’t assume the worst just yet.”

“The circumstances say otherwise.”

“The leftover garbage in your head needs to be cleared out so you can think straight.”

“Yes. Do you have a problem with that? You need a wake–up call every now and then, you bastard.”