King Novel 14

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Home Sweet, dysfunctional judgmental home.

The packhouse looms in the distance as we drag ourselves through the gates, looking like we've been chewed up and spit out by a particularly pissed-off rogue

In this place, all my flowers simply grew back as thorns.

Enoch trudges behind me, his towering frame casting a shadow that seems to swallow me whole. His emerald-green eyes are glued to me like I might vanish if he blinks.

Spoiler alert, I'm not that lucky.

I barely make it five steps toward my room before she appears.

"Did you bring the materials?" Seraphina's sugary voice cuts through my

exhaustion like nails on a chalkboard.

she's

1 stop dead, blinking at her like asked me to recite the alphabet backward, "Seriously?" I deadpan, gesturing

vaguely at the hot mess that is me.

My hair's a rat's nest, my clothes are stained with god-knows-what, and I'm pretty sure there's dried blood somewhere it shouldn't be. "That's your takeaway after we almost died?"

Her eyes flick nervously to Enoch, who is now standing unnervingly still, his gaze boring into her like she's prey.

For once. I don't blame her for looking like she wants to shrink into the floor. He may act like a clingy puppy around me, bur to everyone else, he's a six-foot-five wrecking ball of muscle and intimidation.

Looking at him, one would think he is all the seven deadly sins.

That's just what he is, a product of war.

I shove the bundle of materials into her arms, too tired to deal with whatever power play she's got planned. "Here. Knock yourself out."

She doesn't say another word. With a final glance at Enoch-who hasn't so much as blinked-she scurries away, clutching the bundle like it's a lifeline.

"Coward," I mutter under my breath, turning back to Enoch.

Before I can tell him to follow me, an omega maid sidles up, looking about as comfortable as a cat in a dog kennel. "The head maid wants to see you," she says, her voice soft but hesitant.

My stomach drops. Of course, she does. It's one of those days then.

1 glance at Enoch, his expression darkening instantly. "Go see Dr. Lisa," I tell

him, trying to keep my voice steady. "Make sure you're okay."

His eyes narrow, and for a second, I think he's going to argue.

Instead, he leans down slightly, letting me pat his head like a damn golden retriever before stalking off toward the infirmary, His steps are slow, deliberate, like he's daring anyone to cross him.

Upon a meter away, he turns around, stopping to see if I might change my and go with him. I don't.

"Go!" 1 insist.

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mind

he turns again. This time, pouting those god-made lips, knowing exactly

Hut not today.

I'm not caving in, he walk straight ahead until

the girl beside me quips, her tone

exhaustion dragging my words down, "Yeah, well, it's either that or deal with him tearing the place

She chuckles, "Yeah, right"

to her, dead serious hoping my eyes bore exactly

very comfortable with violence. It's

maid's office. My

stiff and close to her dark window-closed, of

now the door closed as the girl I'm with leaves, her presence sucks all the oxygen out of the

woman is poised

exactly what this

us- I start, coming out rushed

Smack.

stinging against my cheek. I don't flinch. Not because it doesn't hurt, but because

get bonus points if I

which I had no say about and then you keep

have any idea the

What, your salary deduction?

with every word, but I tune her

me with that rogue's severed head, flashes in my memory. Good? he'd asked, like he

even

voice yanks me back to the present. I nod mutely, my check still burning from the slap. It's not the first time she's taken her frustrations out

one will ever know the violence it took to be this

to cut glass. "Fix this," she hisses. "I don't care how, but you

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nod again,

the head maid

role of the pack's favorite sadist. I step into place, biting the inside of

I groan but immediately

first lash lands on the back of my leg, the sting searling

nerves.

to me. No, it's the humiliation. The way she stands there, towering over me like she's some divine punisher, and I'm

says, her tone

when the blood starts soaking through the hem of my skirt, dripping

through the room, on the faint murmur of voices outside the door. Anything but the

a damn eternity, she steps back. "Keep your boyfriend on a leash," she snaps, venom dripping from every word. "If you

respond. It's safer that

alone in the suffocating silence. My legs feel like jelly, trembling under exhaustion and

what we

the

me hiss, but I

with the dark fabric of

to the Gamma's office as

home. Hopefully I won't

I catch a glimpse of myself in a tarnished mirror. The red mark

to miss, a glaring reminder of

The pack's living, breathing

I mutter to my reflection, dripping with sarcasm. "Totally killing it

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