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Chapter 150: Second Chance 

Chapter 150: Second Chance 

Ruby’s POV 

I stood in there, captivated by the scene before me. This place felt oddly different from how I remembered it as Ruby. Perhaps it was just me, but the room seemed more expansive than before. New musical instruments had been arranged neatly in their designated spots, each gleaming under the warm, elegant lights that spilled from the ornate chandelier above. 

I walked in slowly, inhaling the familiar scent that lingered in the air. It was subtly different, yet nostalgia clung to it like a forgotten melody. My fingers instinctively reached for the etched notes above the keys. A small smile found its way to my lips. It had been so long since I last felt connected to a piano. Mikael kept one at his house, but I rarely played it. Every time I tried, it brought back memories I wasn’t ready to face. 

“Do you like the changes?” he asked gently. 

I turned to him, still a little taken aback by how expressive he’d become. It was a stark contrast to the man I once knew even if I had been the only one able to soften him back then. 

“Very much,” I said. “Did you do this because the room’s in use more often now?” 

He walked toward me, hands clasped neatly behind his back. A faint shake of his head answered my question. 

“Not really. I rarely host parties anymore. These days, I simply fund them and stay out of sight,” he said with a wry smile. 

Killian’s fingers drifted toward the piano, touching the keys with that familiar grace. A bittersweet longing stirred inside me, surfacing from the depths of a heart I’d tried hard to mend. I reached out and tugged lightly on his silk sleeve. He looked down at me puzzeled. I tipped my chin toward the pianist’s benc. A silent invitation for him. His eyes widened slightly. 

“You want us to play together?” he asked, disbelief lacing his voice. 

“I do,” I said simply. 

His expression brightened in a way that felt almost out of character–but endearingly so. We sat side by side on the bench. After settling on an instrument that suited us both, our fingers moved in tandem, dancing across the keys with practiced 

ease. 

Notes met and merged, weaving a gentle melody that rose and lingered in the stillness of the night. Overhead, the moon shone in full glory, casting its silver glow through the tall windows. 

I heard a quiet, contented hum escape Killian’s lips, and I smiled. I felt it too. Our souls were singing to each other again, like twin flames rekindled. For a moment, I closed my eyes, trusting instinct to guide me. Astonishingly, not a single note faltered. 

We used to do this often, back then. Especially on nights when Killian returned weary from dealing with petty associates or the blood–soaked chaos he called routine. Now, he picked up the tempo and had already transitioned to another instrument. I opened my eyes quickly. My fingers nearly slipped as I struggled to keep up. 

“You’re so full of energy,” I remarked, amused. 

But Killian didn’t hear me. He was completely absorbed in the music, so much so that the world around him might as well have gone silent. The only sound that existed for him was the masterpiece unfolding beneath his fingertips. Moments later, the performance came to its quiet conclusion. Killian was slightly breathless as he turned to me, a spark of satisfaction and silent gratitude lighting his gaze. 

“That was incredible,” he praised. 

The corners of my lips lifted into a small smile. “You played beautifully, Killian. Have you been practicing a lot lately?” 

“No, that was just luck,” he replied. “You’re the iconic one here.” 

I felt a flush creep up my cheeks. Swallowing hard, I brushed aside the warmth his compliment stirred. I was a mother now -not the girl who once squealed with delight and rolled around on her bed in excitement. 

“There’s actually a reason I wanted to talk to you here,” I said, shifting the topic. 

Killian straightened slightly, anticipating my next words. Tension flickered across his face, barely noticeable but present beneath the façade of a seasoned tyrant. 

“I’ve been thinking about all the letters Mikael entrusted you with.” 

Slowly, I lifted my hands from the piano, gathering Killian deserved his share of the truth. It would. 

“I loved Mikael very deeply.” 

Successfully unlocked! le. I had made a decision to face this, bit by bit. 

dark while I had heard his heart so clearly. 

My head bowed slightly. “He was the only one who ever made me feel truly alive. A light in the life of a girl who buried herself in textbooks and assignments back in those restless student years.” 

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Chapter 150. Second Chance 

“When we realized we were soulmates, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy.” 

I looked straight ahead, too afraid to meet Killian’s eyes. 

“Even so,” I continued lowly, “there was a part of me that Mikael never reached.” 

“And Mikael knew that.” 

I felt a subtle shift in the air around us, a delicate ripple that danced along my skin. This was the moment everything had been leading up to. My tongue grew heavy, unwilling to form the words that still lingered on the edge of my heart. 

Leia, my inner wolf, stirred gently, urging me to keep going, to speak the truth I had buried for too long. 

“I saw the way you looked at the twins.” 

Tears began to well up in my eyes. Their warmth stung as they slid, one by one, down my cheeks. 

“I know how you treat my children… even though they’re not yours,” I said, my voice trembling. 

My lips quivered. “I-” 

Suddenly, an arm pulled me into an embrace. The scent of forest and fresh rain filled my senses. Gods, how I must have missed this too. The hug tightened around me the moment I spoke his name, Killian, 

“I understand.” 

Just those two words shattered something inside me. The sobs broke free. My tears spilled without restraint. My arms finally lifted, wrapping around Killian in return. I wept–deeply, openly–in his hold. His arms only tightened further, as though afraid I would vanish if he let go. 

“Thank you for loving someone like me, Ruby.” 

His voice was raw, cracking under the weight of pain and longing. We both knew this had never been easy. A tragedy had torn us apart, leaving us here–where we were no longer who we had been, yet still drawn together. This wasn’t a sad ending. Not really. 

I wiped at my wet eyelids as his hold slowly loosened, though my tears hadn’t stopped flowing. 

“I–I don’t know what to do with all these feelings,” I said, smiling through my tears. 

“Part of me is still mourning Mikael. But for you, I—” 

Killian leaned forward and gently bumped his forehead against mine. I let out a small startled sound at the sting of it. 

“Take it slow, okay?” 

With care, he sought permission with his eyes before brushing away a damp strand of hair from my temple. His crimson gaze, those eyes I had missed for so long held me captive in their intensity. We were only inches apart when Killian leaned in closer. 

“I’m so grateful to you, my love, for opening your heart to me again,” he whispered, his voice as soft as velvet. 

He quickly wiped his own tears, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Even now, this arrogant man was still clinging to the image of the fierce tyrant everyone in the kingdom feared. And yet here he was, adorably earnest as he began explaining the room around us every little detail, as if making sure I understood exactly what this meant. 

“I swear I won’t take it for granted,” he said. 

Our hands were still intertwined. The space between us continued to vanish. I couldn’t tell who moved first, but the next thing I knew, our lips met. It was a kiss filled with sincerity and love stirring the same heat and longing as when Killian had once claimed me as his. 

The kiss ended as swiftly as it began. My heart pounded wildly, and I could tell his, this immortal man before me was doing the same. 

“You still taste the same,” he whispered, his lips just a breath away from mine. 

“Even in a different body?” 

“Your soul hasn’t changed. That’s what truly matters.” 

I never claimed to understand the theories of reincarnation or rebirth. I’d always thought of it as a chance if a soul was capable to live better in another life. I never expected to regain all my memories, and certainly not to find myself here, once again, with the same man. 

“There’s something else I need to tell you later. I don’t want to keep anything from you,” he said easily, as if confessing a 

casual truth. 

“How noble of you,” I teased, smiling. “You cry even harder when I leave you, don’t you?” 

He groaned and buried his face in the crook of my shoulder. His warm breath skimmed across my skin, sending a pleasant shiver through me. 

Chapter 150: Second Chance 

“My head needed to be knocked with something hard to wake up, darling.” 

“Can’t say I disagree.” 

We stayed longer than I had intended in that place–but no longer at the pianist’s bench. I was comfortably nestled in his lap, while the king lounged like a contented tyrant on the long sofa, as if reclaiming his most treasured possession. My head rested in the curve of his neck, his fingers drawing gentle circles down my bare back. 

When Killian told me we were soulmates, I was stunned. It felt impossible–especially since I’d already been bound to another man. But it turned out Killian had been my second–chance mate long before,Mikael. I eyed him suspiciously as he told his story. Some parts felt vague, ambiguous. 

Still, I couldn’t just turn away. I had to accept all of it whether good or bad. Killian promised he’d explain everything in full when we met again. I didn’t press for more. Not tonight. For now, I just wanted to feel loved like this, even if only for a little while longer and despite the guilt slowly blooming in my chest. 

“Sleep, darling.” 

Killian hummed softly into my ear. Bit by bit, his melody lulled me toward slumber. I tried to resist it, to stay awake just a little longer but in the end, it was futile. 

That night, after so long, I finally found my way back to this place. 

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