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Chapter 134: Eyes, Nose, and Lips Part 1 

Killian’s POV 

The scent of despair still lingered in the r 

1 never thought I’d see something like this again (muttered 

‘So, you’ve finally decided to crawl out of that place you call a room and play outde Weave year old chasing bytterst Elysian teased through our link 

“I think it’s time we stopped mourning” 

‘Maybe but not with your heart. The sky in your inner world is still so dark, dan 

I felt quilty toward him. A Lycan’s or werewolf’s inner world mostly reflects the emotional state of its human evnterpart. A gloomy sky meant the person was emotionally unstable. Elysian often complained because it would rain and storm to often in our shared inner world. 

And it all came down to one person. I tried to suppress the grief and bitterness that weighed hearly on my chest I could mourn my fate later. A king has a schedule to manage his kingdom. No matter how broken he might be inside 

Now, I stood outside the kingdom. Elysian let out a mournful sound as the lingering scent of grief clung to this place like a curse. The security post was nothing more than an improvised camp. A collection of half built shelters, broken caravan. and tents hastily thrown up among shattered trees. This was all that remained of half a dozen small packs that won’t strong enough to fend off the Orcs. 

And here I was, standing in the middle of it all. 

“Alright, Leo,” I said, pointing at the map spread out on the battered table in front of us, “we’re going to reinforce the borders and relocate the survivors. Food, shelter maybe even weapons. I want every small pack in this region protected” 

Leonidas, already halfway through chewing an apple, froze mid–bite. He blinked at me as though he’d just witnessed a falling star. 

“Huh?” 

“You heard me, Leonidas.” 

He swallowed the chunk of apple with difficulty, still looking dazed. “Okay, hold on a sec, buddy. Did you hit your head while 

I wasn’t looking? Or did someone spill wine into your drink? Because I just heard you say ‘help them, and I just need a moment to adjust.” 

I stared at him flatly. “I’m serious.” 

“You mean you’re actually serious about helping someone? Now that’s terrifying.” 

He grinned, tossing the apple core carelessly over his shoulder. “Since when did the great Killian Rudwick, the immortal King of the Lycans and Lord of Gloom, decide to play savior?” 

“These wolves are ours,” I replied simply, already starting to feel a headache brewing from being interrogated nonstop. “No matter how small the pack, no matter how weak. They are under our protection. That’s the law I reinstated.” 

Leonidas whistled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Damn. Who knew the old tyrant had a soft spot? Next thing you know, you’ll be adopting stray wolf pups and baking pies.” 

I smirked despite myself. “Don’t push it.” 

He chuckled, patting my back as we made our way toward the post manager’s tent – a sagging structure with faded canvas walls and a crude wooden sign. 

The man inside was a gaunt, grey–haired Beta from one of the packs that had been wiped out. He had taken over the post when there were no Alphas or Betas left capable of leading. His face was drawn and weary, his beard streaked with ash, but his eyes still burned with a flicker of youthful defiance. 

“My King,” he greeted stiffly with a bow. 

“There’s no need for that,” I said, waving it off. “We’re here to help. I’ll be sending supplies, guards, healers. Anyon spare.” 

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The Beta’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing in his expression. “Y–Your Majesty… is that true? B–but we don’t deserve such mercy. We failed to hold-” 

“You survived. You protected your people. Tha Successfully unlocked! 

The tight set of his shoulders eased, relief softening the hard lines of his face. 

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” 

I left Leonidas to handle the details. Honestly, I needed the open air to clear my head. 

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Chapter 134 Eyes, Nose, and Lips Part! 

The weight of the crown was constant, pressing against my bones. It had been far too long since I’d walked among the living like this, without titles or guards. The last time I did, I ended up harassed by a group of rogue vampires 

So I wandered. 

The camp sprawled in uneven rows. Children played near torn tents, heaters tended to the wounded Wolves, humans, and a few other stranded races moved warily around each other after the horror they’d endured. They still bore the trauma battling the anxiety that clung to them like a second skin, trying to reclaim some sense of normalcy 

And I couldn’t blame them. 

Anyone would crumble when the peace they’d known all their lives was shattered by two creatures so rare, they were practically myths; relics of a time thought long gone. 

And then, that was when I finally saw her. 

A familiar woman, kneeling beside a group of wolf pups, their fur matted, their eyes far too big for their small faces. One of them had a wound on its tiny hand, another limped as it tried to climb into her lap as if she were their mother. And there she was a steady anchor in the middle of chaos, her hair catching the late afternoon light, her face smeared with dirt, her sleeves rolled up as she tended to them. 

Rosalyn. 

My chest tightened, breath catching in my throat. I had no idea how long I stood there, watching her. How the world seemed to shrink down to nothing but her. The way her hand gently brushed the pup’s head, the soft words I couldn’t hear, the way her smile flickered in and out, as if it physically hurt to hold. 

Then after what felt like minutes our eyes met. And the world tilted. 

It felt like a fist struck square into my chest, sharp and deep, knocking the air from my lungs. 

Her eyes. Gods, even though they no longer held that ocean–blue color I once adored, they still carried the same spark. Why did it take me so long to realize. This was the person I had mourned for decades. 

Without thinking, I stepped forward. She tensed, her lips parting slightly, a shadow passing across her face. She must have known or at least suspected that I’d caught her. 

Rosalyn could no longer hide from her old identity. 

“Rosalyn.” 

The name came out rougher than I intended. Rosalyn swallowed, gently setting down the last pup. 

“Your Majesty.” 

It stung. It always when it came from her. 

“I didn’t expect to find you here,” I said. 

She stood up, brushing dirt from her skirt. “A–as you can see, I came to help. They need someone. Those little ones… they‘ ve lost their parents.” 

“And what about your own children? I heard you recently gave birth,” I replied as neutrally as possible. 

“They have nannies, Your Majesty.” 

 ́I gave a small nod. “And your 

mate?” 

“He’s with Alpha Jayden. He’ll be here soon.” 

I glanced at the wolf pups, then back at her. We fell into a heavy silence within this new, fragile bubble we’d unknowingly created. Neither of us wanted to be the one to break it. Until one little wolf pup tugged at Rosalyn, asking her to stick a plaster on his forehead though there wasn’t a scratch in sight. 

Rosalyn laughed at the boy’s innocent antics. I almost closed my eyes, letting that sound wash over me. That laugh was soft, melodic, and achingly familiar felt like it could mend a soul already long shattered. 

“You always do that.” 

“Do what?” she asked, her voice a little too cautious. 

“Help. Save people. Even when it costs you everything.” 

There was a flicker of something in those hazel eyes; pain and perhaps the ghost of old memories. 

“I don’t recall you knowing me that well,” she murmured, her voice unsteady. 

I gave a bitter smile. “You’d be surprised.” 

For a moment, we just looked at each other. I could see it, the whites of her eyes turning red, her irises shimmering with unshed tears. I was about to speak when she beat me to it. 

“I have to go.” 

Chapter 134 Eyes, Nose, and Lips Parti “Rosalyn- 

But she was already moving, walking away with her head held high, her little group of pups following her toward a tent where the children would receive extra care and food. 

I clenched my fists so tightly it hurt, resisting the urge to reach for her in that very moment. 

I wanted to talk to her properly. At least to apologize to atone, however she wished. 

Even if it cost me my life. But me this tyrant couldn’t even manage a single word. 

‘Killian, just do it.’ 

My eyelids lowered wearily. “Now or never.” 

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