All Chapters of The Ruthless Alpha Knelt at My Feet: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sage’s PovI woke up before sunrise the next day, the kind of morning where the air felt heavy even before anything happened. The medical wing already smelled of antiseptic and dried blood, and the low murmur of warriors in pain carried through the stone walls. I tied my hair back and washed my hands, bracing myself before stepping into the main ward.The warrior on the table was young. Too young. His arm had been slashed deeply, the skin jagged and angry. He gritted his teeth as I worked, refusing to cry out, though his knuckles were white from gripping the edge of the bed.“Easy,” I said softly. “You’re doing fine.”He let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t think it would hurt this much.”“It always does,” I replied honestly. “But it will heal. You’re safe now.”As I stitched the wound carefully, I could hear voices behind me. Beta and several elders had gathered near the long wooden table at the back of the hall. They tried to keep their voices low, but stone carried sound too well.“We

Sage’s PovI woke just before dawn with my wrist still trapped in Cassius’s grip. His hand was warm and firm, not painful, but steady in a way that told me he had not slept deeply at all. The sky outside the tent was still gray, the kind of gray that meant the sun was close but not ready. My body felt tired, yet calm, like it often did after a long night of restless thoughts.Cassius lay beside me, his breathing slow but alert. His thumb rested against the inside of my wrist, right over my pulse, as if he needed the reminder that I was there. I shifted slightly, and his grip tightened for a brief moment before easing again. He opened his eyes and looked at me without speaking, his gaze clear despite the early hour.Before I could say anything, the tent flap lifted. Cold air rushed in, carrying the scent of damp earth and metal. Cassius’s Beta stood at the entrance, posture stiff and expression serious. She froze for half a second when she saw us, then straightened as if she had expect

Cassius’s PovTyler woke before I did. I felt it the moment his awareness pushed against mine, sharp and uneasy, like a claw scraping stone. He did not growl or pace the inside of my head the way he did when there was a clear enemy.She is in danger, Tyler said. His voice was low and urgent, without room for argument. Not wounded yet. But surrounded.I sat up at once, already pulling on my boots. “Where,” I asked him, though part of me already knew the answer. Tyler had been restless since dawn, circling the same thought again and again, tugging at something familiar and heavy.Stone. Silence. Names carved into the ground, he replied. The place where warriors sleep.The National Cemetery.I did not waste time calling a formal assembly. I grabbed the closest warriors from the barracks and ordered them to follow me without explanation. No one asked questions. They saw my face, saw the way Tyler pressed against my control, and they moved. The vehicles roared to life one after another, an

sage’s PovMy father stood beside me. The Alpha King. Even now, it felt strange to think of him that way and even stranger to think of him as my father. He was tall and calm, his presence firm like stone. When he looked at me, his expression softened, just a little.“I will conduct the funeral personally,” he had told me the night before. “No one will interfere. If anyone tries, you have my authority to act.”I remembered staring at him then, unsure what to say. No one had ever given me that kind of permission before. Not openly. Not with witnesses. He had placed his hand on my shoulder and repeated himself, slower that time, like he wanted the words to sink deep.“You are not alone,” he said.Now, as the doors opened and the ceremony began, those words stayed with me.The hall filled quickly. Military officers stood in neat rows. Officials from different factions took their seats. Warriors lined the walls, standing straight, their expressions serious. I recognized many faces. Some I

Sage’s PovThe next day began before the sun had fully risen. I woke with the smell of antiseptic still clinging to my clothes, my body heavy but my mind already sorting through what needed to be done.By the time I reached the medical wing, the halls were crowded. Stretchers lined the walls, some carrying warriors who groaned softly, others holding bodies that were far too still to ignore.I tied my hair back and washed my hands until my skin felt raw. There was no time to slow down, and no space to think about anything beyond the next patient.The first surgery started almost immediately. A young soldier lay on the table with a deep gash across his abdomen, his breathing shallow and uneven as his chest rose and fell.“Hold him steady,” I said to the medic beside me. “If he wakes up, don’t let him move.”“Yes, Doctor Sage,” the medic replied, gripping the soldier’s shoulders.I no longer corrected the title when they used it. Arguing over names wasted time, and time was the one thing