Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 19

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Chapter 19

Chapter 19

I don't think I've ever hated anyone more in my life than I hate Seraphina right

now.

She's standing there, all doe-eyed and dripping faux sympathy, handing me the list of materials for the Mating Ball like it's some sort of sacred scroll.

There's only some stuff I haven't been able to buy, I think I got a lot even after being stalked, and stayed in the cave back then. Does she need more stuff?

Her voice is sweet enough to rot teeth, her tone just concerned enough to make everyone in the room think she's some goddess of kindness.

"I really wish you didn't have to go back to the unclaimed lands," she says, her big eyes wide with faux worry. "It's so dangerous out there. But you're just... so brave, Taryn."

I bite down hard enough on my tongue to keep from spitting out every profanity under the sun. Brave, my ass. She might as well call me expendable.

"Right," I mutter, snatching the list from her perfectly manicured hands. My fingers twitch to crumple it into a ball, but I resist the urge. Barely.

"Oh, and don't forget," she adds, her saccharine voice grating on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "That carriage you'll be taking? It's the one gifted by the late Alpha King. A true honor for our pack."

Her smile is so sweet, it's almost disgusting. "Try not to mess it up," she chirps, her words sugar-coated poison.

I glare at her, my lips twitching into a tight smile that screams I want to murder you

in your sleep. "Thanks for the reminder," I say flatly. "I'll make sure to put it on my to-do list. Right under 'survive your bullshit."""

recovers, spinning on

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gates, its black lacquered surface gleaming in the sunlight. The damn thing looks like it belongs in a royal procession, not some errand to the

maid warned earlier, her voice sharp enough to flay skin. Like I'd go out of my way to ruin something that could probably fund

me with the supplies. I hoist the bags up myself, gritting my teeth against the lingering sting on my cheek. It's fine, I tell myself. Just another day as the

the plush leather seat, I feel out of place. The carriage smells like polished wood and faint lavender, a stark

should have

me a break, I'm exhausted.' I hear my wolf whine, and I

the horse and we were about to leave when I hear it. Heavy, frantic footsteps pounding against

that nearly rips

eyes-usually calm and full of that odd childlike adoration—are wide with panic. His chest

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he

just announced I'm abandoning him in the middle

a war zone,

fuck's sake, Enoch!" I snap, pressing a hand to my forehead. My patience has officially left the building,

asks, his voice low, shaky,

You're staying here, okay? You don't have to be glued to

declared

the carriage, trying to level with him. "Look, I'll be back soon. I'm just picking

it's the only thing keeping him upright. "Taryn stay," he mumbles, his

out a frustrated sigh, my resolve cracking under his gaze. Damn

Like I'm the only thing

I say, softer this time. "I'm

go, his hands falling to his sides. His shoulders slump like he's lost a battle, and he takes a hesitant step back. "Good,"

toward the carriage, his eyes narrowing as though he's seeing it for the