Chapter 67
Killian’s POV
“You are a MONSTER!”
“How could you separate a father from his pregnant wife?!”
The woman, with unwavering confidence, pointed her finger at me. Everyone in the room gasped sharply.
“Is this how you treat your people, oh Great King?!” she shouted.
Nathaniel had been trying to pull Camilla back and urge her to stop, but she was still determined to hurl her accusations. Leonidas had already stepped forward, ready to silence that wretched banshee, but I raised a hand, pressing it against his chest–a signal for him to stand down.
“Let her be. A pregnant woman is often overly emotional,” I replied with a fake smile.
“Understood, Your Majesty.”
Camilla’s sobs tore through my ears like a dull chainsaw scraping against stone. She finally clung to Nathaniel’s robe, her swollen belly rising and falling with every breath as she sobbed and wailed.
“DOMINIC DESERVES JUSTICE!”
Nathaniel held her tightly, his other hand rubbing her back in a soothing motion.
“Calm yourself, Camilla. We are in the presence of a King. I beg you,” Nathaniel whispered, loud enough to be heard.
“Father, what will happen to my husband now?” She stood there, utterly broken, dying inside over the fate of her wretched lover. “I want him back, Father. Please!”
I exhaled sharply, the veins in my temple throbbing. I had been far too lenient with this pregnant banshee.
“Leonidas.”
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My Beta, ever the efficient shadow at my side, stepped forward with confidence. He extended a small wooden chest, its deep mahogany hue gleaming under the dim light. The Lucienne family crest was engraved on the lid–a relic of the past, now tainted by these fools.
Glancing at the three repulsive creatures for a brief moment, I turned to the chest, unlatched it, and lifted the lid. Inside, meticulously arranged, lay various incriminating pieces of evidence–letters, records, and the final nail in Camilla’s coffin: the DNA test results. I picked up the scroll from the pile and tossed it toward Nathaniel.
“Read it.”
Nathaniel’s hands trembled as he unrolled the parchment. As his eyes scanned the words, his pupils dilated in horror.
“T–this… this can’t be!” he stammered.
Nathaniel lifted his head, looking between Camilla and us.
“M–my daughter is a good girl. Someone must have-”
Leonidas scoffed. “Are you implying we forged it? Oh, please. Do people like us have time to falsify medical documents?”
Nathaniel’s fiery gaze landed on Camilla. Before she could react, a hand had already struck her face.
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“You wretched liar!”
Her mother shricked from the other side of the room, rushing to catch her daughter.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR OWN CHILD, NATHANIEL?!”
Nathaniel growled, gripping the parchment tightly.
“Do you know what this is? Read it!” he roared in fury.
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He threw the parchment toward his wife. The moment she picked it up and read it, she was paralyzed in shock. She covered her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief as she turned to Camilla.
“C–Camilla… is this true? Your baby isn’t Dominic’s child?!” she cried.
Clutching one side of her face, Camilla shook her head frantically.
“N–no, that’s not true, Mother! This child is ours!” she denied.
Her mother shoved the parchment in front of her face, disappointment and fury burning in her eyes.
“Are you still going to lie about this?!”
Blood drained from Camilla’s entire body. She turned deathly pale, her eyes widening like saucers. Her lips parted and closed, struggling to weave another web of lies–but failing.
“M–Mother… I…”
Her mother shook her head, turning her gaze away from her daughter.
“I raised you better than this, and yet you dared to lie with a dishonorable man!” she spat.
Camilla, who had been cowering in fear like a trembling hamster, now bared her fangs like the very devil her parents had bred.
“I am your flesh and blood. I only follow the example set by my parents, and now you brand me with insults?!” she hissed.
Her mother spun around, her eyes ablaze with righteous fury.
“How dare
you
twist my
words against me?! Is this how you repay your parents, Camilla?!”
“You are not our child, Camilla. You are nothing but a stray!” Nathaniel joined the fray.
Camilla screamed, recoiling, but before her palm could make contact, I caught her wrist midair. My grip tightened, her bones creaking beneath my fingers as I forced her hand down.
“As amusing as it would be to let you beat some sense into your wretched daughter, I have no patience for your theatrics,” I said flatly.
I released her arm and stepped away, brushing off an imaginary speck of dust from my sleeve.
“Leonidas, enough. Take these sewer rats back to the kingdom. They will stand trial before me.”
Leonidas and the guards moved swiftly, the sound of shackles clanking as they locked up Nathaniel, his pathetic excuse for a wife, and Camilla–who thrashed like a feral cat.
“No! No! I won’t go!”
“Let me go!”
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Camilla screamed, her face stained with tears and streaked with desperation.
“You can’t take me! My baby-”
“Your baby belongs to another man,” I said coldly, watching as the truth shattered every last one of her delusions. “And Dominic will die knowing he was nothing but a brainless fool.”
Nathaniel’s knees buckled, the argument dissolving into a pitiful tragedy of fallen rulers.
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“Please,” he choked out, trying to rush forward and kneel, only to be held back by the chains binding him. “Your Majesty, have mercy. This… this is a pack matter.”
Tears slipped down his wrinkled face. “You are a king, above such petty disputes.”
I smirked, tilting my head. “Oh? It seems you still don’t understand anything, Nathaniel.”
The elders approached cautiously, their expressions grave. One of them, an older man with streaks of silver in his beard, dared to step closer.
“Your Majesty” he said respectfully, “we do not question your judgment, but why… why go through all this trouble? Surely, this is a matter that should be settled within the family.”
My lips curled into a cruel grin.
“Because Ruby is my woman.”
The sudden silence made me laugh. How amusing it was to witness their reactions. As if my first performance–when I took their Luna–hadn’t already given them an explicit reason to know that I had claimed her.
If Ruby were here, I might have kissed her in front of them all and let them watch.
“And I will not be merciful to those who steal what is mine,” I declared, final and absolute.
The only sound that remained was the clinking of chains as Leonidas and the guards dragged the prisoners toward the waiting carriage. Camilla fought desperately, screaming and kicking.
“I won’t be taken like this! I am Luna! I AM DOMINIC’S WIFE!”
I rolled my eyes, sneering. “What a spectacular level of delusion.”
Her nails clawed at the ground, her hysteria reaching unbearable levels.
“YOU DAMN TYRANT! YOU THINK YOU CAN CONTROL EVERYTHING?! I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU—”
The back of my hand struck her cheek with a sharp slap. The force sent her crashing to the ground, her body convulsing in sobs. The air grew thick with the weight of my cruelty as the spectators shrank back in tense silence.
Leonidas, standing beside me, exhaled through his nose, barely restraining a laugh.
“That might be the first time you’ve ever touched a woman by accident, Your Majesty.”
1 flexed my fingers, disgusted. “I feel like burning my hand.”
Leonidas smirked. “She’s still breathing. Want me to fix that?”
I glanced at Camilla, writhing and whimpering on the ground like a pathetic worm.
“No, I want her to stay alive–for now.”
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Nathaniel let out a strangled sob as he watched his daughter become nothing more than a disgraceful heap. I was finally done here.
I turned sharply, Leonidas following as we strode toward the waiting portal.
“Let’s go. Someone is waiting for me.”
Leonidas chuckled. “Ruby, I presume?”
“There is no other woman worthy of a place by my side, Leonidas.”
