Chapter 139. Chasing Her Mikael’s Letter 

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Chapter 139: Chasing Her Mikael’s Letter 

Killian’s POV 

“How long are we going to rot in this place?” 

Elysian’s question echoed my own thoughts, word for word. 

I had no quarrel with the three alphas seated before me. For once, they weren’t a migraine dressed as diplomats. Their arguments were sound, well–structured even. The problem wasn’t them. It was me. 

I couldn’t concentrate. 

Wearing the crown of the Lycan King sounded noble, untouchable, and stoic. That’s the mask I wore every single day. Today was no different. 

The alphas spoke of cross–border trade, silver tariffs, and fair margins. The world outside had moved forward, yet our hidden territories, those veiled by magic wards remained tethered to the past. This kingdom was no exception. 

The pounding in my skull worsened. I curled my fingers over the table’s edge, playing the part of the composed monarch. Their expressions were the same as the last time they stepped into this study. But my mind was nowhere near here. 

No matter how vast my domain, I couldn’t stop seeing her. 

Ruby. Or as she now preferred is Rosalyn. 

She haunted every corner of my thoughts, still drenched from that stormy day at Mikael’s funeral. I saw her swollen eyes as if even the heavens had wept with her. She screamed his name, wailed like her soul had been torn in half. It took several to restrain her. 

I wanted to go to her. To hold her. To be the one who grounded her pain. But I was no one. A royal pardon doesn’t erase what we were or weren’t. It doesn’t bridge the chasm between us. 

“…we’ll proceed with next quarter’s logistics,” one of the alphas said, pausing for my nod. 

I gave it, mechanically. The meeting carried on with modern integration strategies and magic–border negotiations. I barely heard a word. 

Then one of them began, “Your Majesty, perhaps next time we could-” 

“Send notice to reschedule,” I cut in, already rising to my feet. “This meeting is adjourned. My apologies.” 

They bowed without question. Too dignified to pry. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, I exhaled, realizing I’d been holding that breath for far too long. 

“Finally, they’re gone!” 

Elysian, my inner wolf, shouted with such glee it almost made me chuckle. 

I reached for a cigar from its holder, slipping it between my lips. I drew in the smoke deep into my chest and let it out with my frustration. 

“Bored, weren’t you?” 

Elysian snorted inside my head. “Bored? Seriously? I felt like I was dying! We should’ve just gone to see Ruby.” 

The name hit me like a needle to the heart. I tilted my head back, eyes tracing the ceiling above. 

“That’s a bad idea,” I muttered. 

“And what exactly about it is a bad idea? Say it. Out loud.” 

I let out a long, weary sigh. “Elysian, you know full well the situation has changed. We’re strangers now. And that’s my punishment for what I did.” 

“Absolutely not! Have you forgotten the letter?” he snapped. 

My brows furrowed in confusion. For a moment, clarity washed over me. I had nearly forgotten the letter Mil His final request, written for the four people he loved most. 

gave me. 

My eyes dropped to the drawer of my desk. My fists clenched. I pulled it open, rummaging through cluttered reports and polished pens until I found it buried beneath layers of bureaucracy. The envelope was worn, its edges frayed with time. And yet, Mikael’s handwriting was still sharp, still alive on the page. One word was scrawled on the front: 

Killian. 

Successfully unlocked! 

I kind of forgave the impoliteness. After all, the scruciau y se passed into the afterlife. I pulled the envelope out gently, unfolding the letter with the same care one might use on brittle glass. I’d read it a hundred times. Maybe more. And still, every word cut like the first. 

The Letter: 

1/3 

Chapter 139 Chasing Her Mkaefs Letter To Killian, 

I’ve never had a taste for pleasantries. But fate, it seems, has cursed me with Jayder’s insistence that I begin this letter as 

if I were capable of a gentle conversation. Forgive me, I’ve always preferred the weight of spoken words over ink and paper 

If you’re reading this, then you already know. 

We both understood this war might cost us everything. 

I’ve made peace with that. But there are things that must be done. Things only a man seeking rederetion would dare carry 

I know about your past with my wife. There’s no word vile enough to describe what felt when I learned what you date I didn’t care who you were. Not a title, not a legend. None of it mattered. 

Damn you for it. But debts must be paid. For every tear, wound, and sleepless, shattered night. 

This is the beginning of your payment. 

Watch over my wife. And the three children we raised together. 

Be present not as a king, or not even as the man she once loved. Be the kind of man who knows what it means to lose a part of his soul and still stand. 

Protect my children. Their blood is strong to be left to the mercy of this world. Even young as they are, I know they need more than might to survive what’s coming. 

I can see the future already weighing on the twins without a father, that void could devour them. They like you. The twins. I suppose there’s no harm in that. You seem to care for them in your own quiet way 

Do you, tyrant? 

You know I loved Rosalyn with everything I had. But I also know part of her still beats for you. 

If the winds of fate return her to your side. Then don’t turn away. 

Love them as your own. And live the life I never could. 

– Mikael 

I shut my eyes. Let the letter fall gently onto the desk. The words had always done this to me–ripping something open deep inside and leaving it to bleed out, quietly and unseen. 

I had done what I could from the shadows. Gifts for the children; books, toys, art supplies. For Elias, a cradle carved by hand, laced with ancient runes meant to ease his sleep. I had offered tuition. Protection and the weight of a crown behind their name. 

Rosalyn refused it all. 

And I didn’t blame her. I’d hate me too if I were her. Fortunately, the gifts remained in her home. Because she never knew who they were from. 

But God, how I wished it were more. More than just silent offerings left on doorsteps. I ached to see them receive those things. For just one moment, I imagined the twins tearing open the paper. 

Little Elias laughing at something he didn’t understand. And Rosalyn’s gaze softening just briefly when she saw the name on the card. 

That’s all I had left to give. The fragile idea that maybe, just maybe, she still thought of me. Even if all that remained of me in her mind was rage. 

I was drowning in the comfort of that foolish fantasy when a knock shattered the silence. Leonidas entered without waiting. He was the only one who didn’t need permission. 

“You look like hell,” he said, dropping into the chair across from me and tossing his boots up on the desk like he owned the place. 

“You sleeping, or is this just professional–level brooding now?” 

“Did you come here to antagonize me, or-” 

“To tell you I saw her.” 

That pulled me out of the fog entirely. 

Leonidas grinned, dropping his feet back to the ground. “Yeah. I saw her. Ran into her at a café. We talked. A lot, actually. It was that easy, Killian.” 

There are times I want to dunk this creature straight into boiling water. 

I can hear the sarcasm in his voice. I’m tempted to kick him out, but maybe it’s worth asking about Rosalyn’s family. 

“How are the kids?” I asked evenly. 

“They’re alright. The twins are starting to smile again.” 

Chapter 139 Chasing Her Mikael’s Letter 

Still, his answer left a strange heaviness in my chest. 

Leonidas leaned in, a different seriousness in his eyes now. 

“You keep circling around her like she’s fire, and you’re scared to get burned. But you have been burned, Killian. There’s nothing left to lose by stepping in.” 

Hooked away. “She doesn’t want me anymore, Leonidas.” 

Leonidas snorted. “She doesn’t know what she wants. She’s buried in grief. But you want to protect her, don’t you? Then start with the kids. You can’t be close to her if you’re a stranger to them.” 

I gave him a side glance. “What exactly are you suggesting?” 

A smirk crept across his face. “Go to the twins‘ school. Volunteer, visit or anything. I don’t care what it is. Just show up. If you want to build a bridge, start at the heart of it.” 

I leaned back, thinking. The idea didn’t make much sense to my rational mind. And yet, it was the only one that felt remotely right. Mikael had wanted me involved in the twins‘ lives. 

“You think she’ll allow it?” 

Leonidas tilted his head slightly, as if measuring something unseen. 

“She might not at first. But she’ll notice. She’ll see the effort that you’re coming not as anyone else, just as Killian.” 

I looked back at the letter, my eyes landing on the final line. I read it aloud, hearing Mikael’s voice in my mind. 

Take care of them as your own. 

“I don’t deserve them,” I murmured grimly. 

Leonidas shrugged, resting his arms behind his head. 

“Deserving’s got nothing to do with it. But love? That’s a damn solid beginning.” 

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