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."""

spinning on her heel and sauntering away, leaving me seething

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by the gates, its black lacquered surface gleaming in the sunlight. The damn thing looks like it belongs in a royal

flay skin. Like I'd go out of my way to ruin something that could

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 pack's favorite punching

carriage smells like polished wood and faint lavender, a

I should have

a break, I'm exhausted.' I hear my

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

with a force that nearly rips it off its hinges,

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

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he doing

I've just announced

a war zone,

forehead. My patience has officially left the building, "What are

his voice low, shaky, like a damn kicked

exasperated. "Me, not we. You're staying here, okay? You don't have to be

brows knit together like I've just declared the

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

hands grip the doorframe like it's the only thing keeping him

a frustrated sigh, my resolve cracking under his

at me like that? Like I'm the

fine," I say, softer this time. "I'm coming back.

a minute, but he finally lets go, his hands falling to his sides. His shoulders slump like he's lost a battle, and he takes a hesitant step

the carriage, his eyes narrowing as though he's seeing it for the first time. "Enoch?"