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I was shaking violently, my body pressed against Killian Rudwick’s chest. It wasn’t until the haze in my mind began to clear that I realized how exposed I had been, how completely disheveled I had been. My nightgown clung to my damp skin, my hair was a mess, and my feet were still lying in the Lycan King’s lap. Everything was no longer in place. 

I was almost literally naked. 

‘And for heaven’s sake, that was the best fucking orgasm I’ve had in a long time!” 

Heat spread across my cheeks. I didn’t realize it at first because the ecstasy of pleasure clouded my senses but after long enough for the voice to speak it burst my euphoric bubble.. 

“That’s all I have to tell you, Your Majesty…” 

Panic struck me, my hands scrambled to fix my dress and cover myself. I almost screamed, but Killian’s hand quickly pressed against my back, steadying me. His touch, firm and commanding, is meant to calm me, but does nothing for the wave of shame coursing through my veins. 

Anger, shame, and horror mixed together. I’ve just been intentionally exposed by Killian. 

“Calm down…” 

The whisper resembled an absolute command. I could only obey because that was what happened when I decided to sell myself to him. 

I was also more afraid of the consequences if I denied it. But this was not in our agreement. 

My head jerked towards the door. Leonidas stood there, his expression as impassive as ever, though there was an amused glint in his single eye. That bastard. 

He gave his last respectful greeting to Killian without even glancing at me. I could do nothing but sit there, pale and frozen, trapped in a humiliation that would never go away in my lifetime. 

“I apologize for interrupting your private time, Your Majesty.” 

When Leonidas finally left, the door locked behind him, I turned to Killian, my voice trembling with panic and embarrassment. 

“Why would you allow someone else into your room when you’re… like this?” My hands moved helplessly at his disheveled appearance and our perilous position. “Why!?” 

I could feel my anger invading me and could barely contain it. 

“Your Majesty!” I demanded shakily. 

Killian leaned back, completely unperturbed by my outburst. His crimson eyes glistened with amusement as he stared at 

1. me. 

“It’s simple. Leonidas has a crush on you, dear,” he said casually, as if that explained everything. 

I blinked, completely surprised. It was definitely a part I knew but never thought Killian would realize. 

“That doesn’t answer my question.” 

I really never felt this awful. And the man shamelessly cleaned his three fingers that he had just used to be a torture tool before me. 

Killian smirked, his fingers tracing empty patterns along my arm and the finger he had just cleaned resting on the edge of my lips. 

“Leonidas likes to play with girls,” he explained, looking up at me. “But he has never shown any particular interest in anyone.. 

until now. I just wanted to warn him of his position.” 

I stared at him, incredulous. “What are you talking about?” 

Killian chuckled, coming closer until his lips were against my ear. “Leonidas, my dear cousin sometimes likes to compete with me. You know what that means.” 

The Lycan king seemed to enjoy my confused reaction in the midst of this madness. 

“But, I don’t plan to compete about you. He can find someone else.” 

He laughed, his voice deep and rich, as if my disbelief only served to entertain him further. His hand cupped the side of my face, his thumb rubbing my reddened cheek. 

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Chapter 31: When Being Treated by a Cruel Man “Why not?” 

The baritone voice suddenly became colder. I felt the rigor gripping my heart. I seemed to have crossed the limit of her tolerance. I bit the inside of my mouth and prepared to apologize only to be interrupted by him. 

“I forgive your little murder earlier. It’s okay. We will learn more about your new education. Including obedience,” he pointed out as if he had read my mind. 

I nodded stiffly. Still frightened. 

“Forgive me, Your Majesty.” 

The Lycan king’s forefinger gently tapped my forehead. “Keep your apology in your pocket.” 

Before I could respond, Killian scooped me into his arms in one easy motion. 

I let out a startled shout, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. 

“Your Highness! What are you doing!?” I unconsciously let out a high–pitched, impolite voice at him, almost like yelling. 

His smile widened. Seemingly unperturbed by my impolite behavior just now. 

“I’m getting you cleaned up,” he said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

I was squirming in his arms, my heart pounding. 

“Will you take me back to my room soon?” I asked hesitantly 

The thought of Dominic returning to our room together scared me. 

Killian’s expression softens slightly, though the smirk remains. “You have nothing to fear. I’ll send you back before he opens the door. Trust me, darling, I know exactly when he’ll be back.” 

I frowned, confusion clouding my mind. “How could you possibly know that?” 

He replied with his trademark swagger. “Magic. Of course.” 

“What…?” 

It might be true that a werewolf or Lycan is capable of mastering magic but it is uncommon. How powerful was this guy? “You shouldn’t be surprised. To be a king you have to be strong, sweetheart. And then come to think of it, how can I be immortal, hm? 

I was unable to answer him. Hell, I’ve been playing with death itself. 

Killian carried me to the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom. It was a little surprising that someone like him could be so attentive to his sleeping partner’s comfort. 

The warmth of the water and the light of the lantern ease the tension in the room, though my nerves remain on edge. Killian is meticulous, his touch gentle and almost possessive as he helps me clean up. Unfortunately, the work had to be done double because the man and the hard bubble under his pants demanded attention. In return, the man was a bit squishy for the standards of the cruelest Lycan King in history. 

After I was refreshed and dressed in his clean shirt, he carried me back to his bed, laying me down gently between the plush pillows. He paused for a moment, those blood–red eyes staring into mine, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. 

He brushed a stray strand of hair from my face. 

“Rest, Ruby. You’re safe here.” 

Of course I am. But not from you. Forever. 

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