Chapter 58
Chapter 58
Killian’s POV
“Y–you hit me?!”
Her trembling hand clutched the cheek I had just struck, but I only met her with a deathly glare.
“All for another Alpha’s wife-”
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Another slap cracked through the air before Daphne Marjorie could spit out another vile insult against Ruby. The sound echoed through the throne room, carrying the sting of my second blow. Even the guards shifted uncomfortably at the sight. Daphne stumbled back, clutching her face, her eyes wide with disbelief and betrayal.
Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks as she whispered, “Killian…”
“It was just a slap. Hardly enough to match your insult toward Ruby Lucienne, my woman,” I gritted out.
“Your woman?! Have you lost your mind?!”
Daphne shook her head, sobbing, one hand clutching her chest as if horrified by what she had just heard. I hadn’t meant to say it outright–I knew the risks of exposing our relationship before our plans were fully in place. But there was a reason I held the title of the most ruthless tyrant on this continent.
“I am your cousin, Killian! You never—”
“And yet, here we are,” I cut her off coldly. “You overestimate your worth, Daphne.”
Her lips quivered before twisting into a snarl. She had learned nothing from the two warnings I had given her. Once again, she soiled Ruby’s name with her filthy mouth.
“All of this madness,” she spat in disgust, “it’s that whore, isn’t it? You used to love me, Killian! But now?”
“She must have poisoned you! You’ve been bewitched—”
The sentence never finished.
I fisted a handful of her hair, ignoring her piercing scream as I dragged her across the palace grounds. Gasps rang out from the servants, knights, and noble onlookers, all frozen as they watched their king haul his own cousin like discarded filth. I had always tolerated her obsession, always let her live under the delusion that I still had any affection for her.
But not again.
Daphne kicked and clawed, shrieking as her expensive gown scraped against the stone floors. At the end of the corridor, I flung her forward. She collapsed onto the ground, sobbing, her once–perfect hair now a disheveled mess.
“You monster!”
Daphne wept, staring up at me with swollen eyes. “We’re family! How could you be this cruel to—”
“Listen, girl.”
My strong hand gripped her chin. “I’ve let you indulge in your delusions for far too long.”
“First, in case you’ve forgotten, I am far older than your parents. Show some respect. My wolf’s growl sent a pale shiver across Daphne’s face. “And second, whatever love you imagined between us never existed.”
She shook her head violently, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
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“L–love? W–what do you mean?” she stammered like a trapped rat.
My grip tightened, claws grazing her skin. A drop of blood stained my nail, and she sobbed.
“Do you take me for a fool, girl?”
“N–no… Never, Killian-”
“But that’s exactly what you’re doing!”
I shoved her away, my grip releasing so roughly that Daphne cried out in pain.
“Get out of here. Now!” I commanded.
Her head snapped up, and she scrambled to her feet, desperate to meet my gaze. She shook her head frantically.
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“You can’t do this to me! Why do you always push me away?!” She screamd, “I’m right about that filthy, discarded Luna–she will only bring your ruin! I have always been by your side-”
My jaw clenched, teeth grinding as the primal urge to tear out her throat itched beneath my skin. “Your last chance has run out, girl. You have no right to step foot in my lands again.”
Daphne flinched as if I had struck her again. I took a slow, deliberate step forward, lowering myself until my glowing red eyes bore into hers.
“Let me make this clear for you, cousin. I do not bed those who share my blood.”
I thundered, “And while I take great pride in being a depraved tyrant, I do not indulge in incestuous filth. You need to cleanse that sick mind of yours.”
Her face twisted into a mixture of fury and devastation.
“You will regret this!” she spat, still daring to challenge me. “She will destroy you, and when she does, I won’t be there to save you.”
More than done with this madness, I barked for the available guards.
“This woman has been stripped of her status. Ban her from stepping foot in my kingdom again. Get her out of my sight, now,” I ordered firmly.
Daphne’s defiant screams echoed through the hall as the guards seized her, dragging her away.
“Killian Rudwick! Remember this! One day, everything I’ve said will come true, and you will—”
I turned on my heel, ignoring her hysterical shrieks as I strode toward the dungeons. Rage gnawed at my sanity, a beast barely restrained. I needed blood to quench this rage.
And it was all because of that deranged bitch.
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The stench of rot and despair greeted me as I descended the stone steps of the dungeon. My newest guest: Dominic’s pathetic excuse for a spy. He hung in chains, his body battered beyond recognition. He whimpered at the sight of me.
Good. Fear was my favorite perfume.
My claws tore through flesh, his screams filling the vast prison. Bones snapped, warm blood splattered across my hands, staining my coat. It was a messy slaughter, and though I enjoyed it, it was still lacking. I needed more than a living punching bag.
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When I finally stepped back, my grin was as lethal as my deadly crimson eyes as I examined the wreck of a prisoner before‘ me. A severed head lay nearby, thanks to my remarkable talent for decapitation.
Leonidas stood beside me, unfazed as always. “Would you like the head boxed as a gift?”
I smirked, wiping the blood from my cheek. “Of course. What do you think?”
“Quite impressive, Your Majesty.”
A knight stepped forward, offering me a cigar. I accepted it, letting him light the tip as I took a deep inhale. Thick smoke filled my lungs as I turned to Leonidas.
“Prepare the carriage. Send it to the Ravenhold Pack. Plus with a letter,” I said.
Leonidas raised a brow. “Will you be attaching a love note?”
I exhaled the smoke slowly, my lips curling into a wicked grin.
“Oh, something like that. Dominic will love it.”
Hatred burned in my chest, the taste of revenge sweet on my tongue. I would ruin him, strip him of his pride, his power, and his will to live. And when the time came, I would let Ruby decide how he died.
For now, I had a romantic letter to write.
AD
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