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."""

just a second before she recovers, spinning on her heel and sauntering away,

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in the sunlight. The damn thing looks like it belongs

to flay skin. Like I'd go out of my way to

etched into his face, doesn't bother helping me with the supplies. I hoist the bags up myself, gritting my teeth against the lingering sting on my cheek.

moment I settle into the plush leather seat, I feel out of place. The carriage smells like polished wood and faint lavender, a stark contrast to my scuffed boots

I should have insisted I'll shift

hear my wolf whine, and I

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

nearly rips it off its

childlike adoration—are wide with panic. His chest is heaving, the strain of running or maybe sheer panic taking its

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is he doing

he breathes, like I've just announced

a war zone,

snap, pressing a hand to my forehead. My patience

he asks, his voice low, shaky, like a

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

declared the sky

with him. "Look, I'll be back soon. I'm just

the only thing keeping him upright. "Taryn stay," he

frustrated sigh, my resolve cracking

me like that? Like I'm the only thing keeping his world from crumbling to

say, softer this time. "I'm coming

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

head jerks toward the carriage, his eyes narrowing as though he's seeing it for the first time.