Bought By The Ruthless Alpha King (Ruby) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Black and White Part!

Chapter 115: Black and White Part I

Killian’s POV

The hum of the engine filled the sleek black Lamborghini as we navigated the winding road toward the kingdom. The scent of damp earth and pine drifted through the slightly cracked window, a casualty of our encounter with some rogue troublemakers. Two yellow signs marked the fact that we were far from the decadent air of Aberdeen. Our magical gates were still a few kilometers away. Even so, the modern city lingered in my mind. Its expensive wine aromas, the perfume of wealthy nobles, and the lingering memory of the final moments of that formal gathering.

Rosalyn Torrance.

I ran my fingers through my hair, exhaling sharply. The woman’s face was etched into my memory as if fate had cruelly carved it there on purpose. It was maddening. We didn’t even know each other. She shouldn’t be bothering me.

I wiped my face, but the image wouldn’t fade. The sharp lines of her cheekbones, the warmth of her deep green eyes, the fiery red hair that burned like a phoenix’s spirit–her posture, everything about her was different. And yet, the way she spoke, the way she carried herself. It was exactly like Ruby Lucienne.

More than that, Rosalyn was married. The golden band on her finger gleamed under the crystal chandelier’s light, just like the one on her husband’s hand. Beta Mikael. They were affectionate and harmonious so much so that it made me envious. I could have had that picture–perfect life if I hadn’t been such a fool back then.

I frowned. That feeling was creeping in again. The aura, the colors, the scent. Even though it was now mixed with that of her mate, I could still recognize it. The soft sweetness of daisies, tinged with a trace of honey. It was hers. My lover’s scent.

I must be losing my mind. What were the chances that she was Ruby’s reincarnation?

Probably zero.

A low melody began to play, filtering through the car’s speakers. “Listen” by Galea. Fitting. This song usually did the trick, pushing back all the noise in my head. But not this time. Leonidas, sitting beside me, shifted.

“You’ve been quiet since we left, Your Majesty.”

“That’s how a king is. If he’s silent, it means there are a million things on his mind.”

Even without turning, I knew he was wearing his usual expressionless face. He scoffed. “That’s an understatement. You haven’t seen a thing in the past hour. Are you going to tell me what’s making your skin crawl?”

I didn’t know how to respond. Maybe a little honesty wouldn’t hurt this time.

“The meeting went fine,” I said, though we both knew that wasn’t what he was asking. “It seems like coming there wasn’t a waste of time. Thanks for your tireless effort in dragging me out of that villa bed.”

“The meeting? Or the woman?”

I turned to see him raising an inquisitive brow. I clicked my tongue. “What about her? What are you talking about?”

“I have to say, she kind of reminds me of someone. Not physically.” His tone was careful now, as if he knew he was

stepping onto fragile ground. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I don’t mean to be presumptuous. It just hit me now. Her aura… it’s similar to Lady Lucienne’s.”

I felt a twitch at the corner of my lips. “It’s fine, Beta. I thought the same thing about you.”

Leonidas looked surprised by my confession. Then, for a brief moment, a hint of softness flickered in his dark eyes. I had already shifted our conversation to another topic, and Leonidas followed along naturally. I didn’t want to get trapped in my own head and end up stuck in a static state. Depression could be terrifying. So could PTSD.

And we both knew what that meant or rather what it could lead to. But that was a thought for another time.

The journey continued in silence, save for the gentle melody filling the car. By the time we reached the kingdom, the sky had turned dark, the stars barely visible behind the dense canopy of trees.

The gates opened, and as we pulled up to the grand estate, a new face greeted us. Sean, the new head butler. His uniform. was pristine, his posture still stiff with discipline, a stark contrast to Beatrice, who had served me for centuries before time finally took her away. This time, I had chosen a male butler.

He bowed deeply. “Your Majesty. Welcome home. How was your journey?”

I stepped out of the car, rolling my shoulders. “No need for formalities, Sean. The trip went smoothly.”

Everyone was still adjusting to my character de Successfully unlocked!

1. d. Successfully unlocked! thless tyrant. But the arrogance had dimmed,

and the sharp, condescending remarks no long at on t the woman who had once tried to teach me.

163 had learned that from the best. One final lesson from

Sean offered a warm smile. “Then allow me to summon the maids to prepare a bath for you to relax.”

“That won’t be necessary, Sean. I’d like to be alone this time.”