Chapter 105: The She–devil Returns 

Killian’s POV 

“A great way to rise from the dead.” 

I clutched my throbbing skull, my throat dry and burning as if I had swallowed embers straight from a volcano. Pushing. aside the ridiculous moment, I forced myself upright, blinking against the irritating light. My vision swam before finally settling on a familiar figure. The maid head Beatrice., 

“Your Majesty! You had us all worried!” 

She hurried forward, placing a pillow behind my back. Her face was filled with rare relief, her lips parting as if she were about to scold me for the hundredth time. 

“Your heartbeat was so weak. We were all terrified!” 

She lingered at the edge of my bed, her hands fidgeting as if unsure whether to touch me or keep her distance from the tyrant king. 

I scoffed, “Even if my heart stopped, Beatrice, I would still live. Have you forgotten? I am immortal.” 

“That doesn’t stop us from caring about you, Your Majesty.” 

“Yes, well, you can put that concern on hold for now.” 

A violent cough racked my chest, cutting off her words. Pain stabbed through every bone in my body. I barely held back the growl threatening to tear from my throat as another wave of agony crashed over me. 

I couldn’t remember the last time I had fallen this hard. Damn it. 

Before long, the healers moved swiftly, their hands steady as they held me in place within seconds. 

One of them gently guided Beatrice away, speaking softly, “Our King will recover, Head Steward. It’s best if you sit here for now and allow us to do our work.” 

“Thank you, healer,” she murmured. 

The healer smiled. “It is our duty.” 

I clenched my teeth every time I so much as moved. Each slight motion sent unbearable jolts of pain searing through my veins. I tried to rise from this cursed bed, only to be immediately restrained by several healers. 

“Do not move too much, Your Majesty. You are still recovering.” 

“Recovering from what?” I grumbled, my patience wearing thin. My voice was weaker than I wanted it to be, rough from the bile and blood I had coughed up before losing consciousness. 

One of the older healers, his eyes wise and unreadable, stepped forward. He seemed unfazed by my harsh demeanor. 

“There is no harm in resting. Your body is rejecting something, my King. We believe it to be a foreign poison.” 

I tensed up, almost unable to believe what I was hearing. Someone is trying to poison me and hoping I die? Is this a comedy? 

The elder healer continued, “But your Lycan blood is fighting against it. The symptoms were severe, though the worst has passed. Your organs suffered temporary disruption, but your healing abilities have prevented any permanent damage.” I scoffed. “How wonderful.” 

Another cup was brought to my lips, and despite the nauseating scent of herbs churning my stomach, I forced the liquid down my throat. A grimace crossed my face at the bitter, revolting taste of the medicinal ingredients as they spread through my body. Slowly but surely, the lingering pain began to fade. 

The healers murmured amongst themselves about my condition, but my mind was elsewhere. 

I let them finish their work before dismissing them all. 

“Leave if you’re done. You’re giving me a headache.” 

One by one, they obeyed without hesitation. Only Beatrice remained. 

“Your Majesty, I strongly suggest you eat first. I’m quite certain you haven’t done so.” 

“I’ll eat later.” I sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “I appreciate your concern, Beatrice.” 

“Very well, my King. I shall take my leave.” 

Successfully unlocked! 

After the door locked behind her, I allowed mysen to sink deeper into the silence of my chamber. Inside, it was peaceful except for me. No matter how many times I replayed it in my head, I couldn’t shake off the dream. Could it be called the cursed nightmare? 

I could still see the boy’s face, his wide blue eyes filled with curiosity, tilting his head in the same way I did Mufinto 

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Chapter 105: The She–devil Returns 

clenched. This had to be a trick of the mind, the rotting remnants of grief festering in my subconscious. Maybe just a mere dream. 

And yet, I couldn’t erase the way Ruby looked at me with love or the words she spoke about her feelings. That unsettled me far more than if she had screamed for revenge. 

Damn that woman. Even death wasn’t enough to banish her from my life. 

I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. The cold air did nothing to cool my frustration. Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled sharply. It had been nearly a year since that day. I had long since buried that part of myself under my cruelty. 

So why, after all this time, was she still haunting me? 

I rose to my feet, testing my strength. My limbs still felt weak and sluggish to move. Pushing myself forward, I made my way toward the desk by the window, my gaze falling upon the stacks of documents awaiting my approval. This is why a ruler never gets proper rest. The responsibilities of a king left no room for weakness. I forced my mind back to the present. For the next few hours, I worked, forcing myself through the monotonous drudgery of governance. Reports, taxes, complaints from nobles just endless streams of nonsense grievances. By the time I sealed the last scroll, night had fully settled in. 

Stretching my stiff muscles, I stood up. My body ached, but at least it was better than everything I had endured earlier. Tomorrow, I’ll have to investigate. Whoever to try and kill me was truly brainless. I couldn’t die, not even on the brink of death. Idiotic creatures. 

This time, I intended to sleep on the sofa. I had no desire to return to my bed, knowing it would likely drag me back to that. However, my hope for rest was cut short–by the soft sound of footsteps on my balcony floor. 

An assassin? 

I felt my adrenaline spike. It had been a long time since anyone dared to send a group of these so–called fans after me. So, I feigned sleep. 

Then, a scent I recognized filled my nose. A few seconds later, an all–too–familiar voice reached my ears I despised. Irwin. 

A surge of anger coiled in my gut. That idiot rat has the guts to sneak into my chambers in the dead of night? Had I not already dealt with him? My fists clenched beneath my folded arms. That bastard. So this was his way of repaying me after I had granted him a position in the royal administration for his so–called service? 

I was ready to strike until the voice shifted. A woman’s voice. And I recognized it instantly. 

Daphne Marjorie. 

“I’ve been waiting for this day for so long.” 

I could hear her breathing so close to my face. 

“We’re finally together again with no thorns between us,” she whispered as sweet as saccharin. “Even if it takes a lot of effort, it doesn’t matter. As long as it works.” 

A hand grazed my cheekbone until I wanted to break it right now. 

“That woman must be roasting in hell. Don’t you agree, my Killian?” Her forehead pressed against mine, a soft chuckling sound echoed in the room. “Now it’s time to make you mine, my love.” 

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