Bought By The Ruthless Alpha King (Ruby) novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123: Encounte.

Killian’s POV

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It had never crossed my mind that one day I would see my Beta with a man. And what was even more shocking was that the man happened to be the head butler of the palace. First of all, I’m not some close–minded king. A person’s form shouldn’t matter when you truly want them.

But this was Leonidas.

The infamous playboy of the palace and an outright worshiper of women.

“Are you spying on me right now?” Leonidas grumbled.

I walked past without even glancing at him. “This is my kingdom. I can go wherever I please. Still, I have enough brains to respect someone’s privacy. You’re the one doing things out in the open like this.”

“I still think it’s rude!” he whined.

“Speaking of manners… shouldn’t you take a good look in the mirror, Beta Leonidas?”

“Don’t twist my words!”

I resisted the urge to kick this man out of the palace. Unfortunately, he was still too useful, and it would be near impossible to find another Beta as competent as he was if you ignored his annoying traits.

“You’d better go check on my butler. I’m sure he needs a lot of comfort right now,” I said through clenched teeth.

Without a second thought, Leonidas turned and left, waving two fingers at me. The corner of my eye twitched in irritation. I rubbed my face and shook my head, watching his back disappear down the hallway. I didn’t even want to imagine what would happen next behind the head butler’s bedroom walls.

“Can you really blame him? That new head butler is quite beautiful for a man.”

I groaned at the sound of Elysian’s voice. This was not a conversation I needed right now.

“Please, Killian. You’ve lived far beyond any reasonable number of years,” he said in a mocking tone. “You can’t still be this prude, right?”

“Elysian, I would truly appreciate it if you stopped talking about this,” I replied flatly.

“Ugh! You’re no fun!”

And just like that, our connection vanished.

I might have died from stress if I weren’t immortal. And the prime suspect would be none other than my own wolf. So I decided. It was time for a king to get some fresh air.

It was supposed to be an ordinary outing.

I had grown tired of the palace. Its endless corridors, the lingering scent of incense, and the bitter stench of potions that clung to every surface. All of it reminded me of therapy, of headaches, and of trying too hard to forget. So, for the first time in months, I chose to leave.

A day off, as humans would call it.

I didn’t know how my feet ended up taking me to Aberdeen. Of all cities, why that one? Perhaps it was fate. Or maybe just instinct. I ignored the curious glances, the way people instinctively made space around me. I was used to it by now.

I sipped bitter coffee at a small street–side café, which was strangely comforting, and wandered along the pavement, watching the human world go by.

They lived with such certainty. As if everything had already been mapped out from the beginning. Born into innocence, learning to walk, going to school, working while dating, then marrying. That’s all they ever seemed to do over and over

again.

Look around. Humans rushing off to work, eyes glued to their glowing little screens, laughing in cafés, chasing buses, carrying far too many shopping bags. No packs. No Alpha commands.

Only rules and laws they’ve all agreed to follow. And then no blood oaths. No hunting under the moonlight. It all feels strange, yet to me, strangely peaceful.

I savored the coffee I bought earlier at the café, ordering it exactly the way Leonidas had taught me. But the calm of that stroll shattered the moment a strange scent hit my nose.