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."""

faltering for just a second before she recovers, spinning on

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in the sunlight. The damn thing looks like it belongs in a royal procession, not some

I'd go out of my way to ruin something that could probably fund my entire miserable existence

with the supplies. I hoist the bags up myself, gritting my teeth against the lingering sting on my cheek.

into the plush leather seat, I feel out of place. The carriage smells like

have

exhausted.' I hear my

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

wrenches open with a force that nearly rips it off its hinges, and I'm face-to-face

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

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he

just announced I'm abandoning

a war zone,

I snap, pressing a hand to my forehead. My patience has officially

asks, his voice low, shaky, like a damn kicked

say, exasperated. "Me, not we. You're staying here, okay? You

just declared the sky is green. He

be back soon. I'm just picking up supplies. No danger, no drama. Just sit tight, eat something, maybe don't

His hands grip the doorframe like it's the only thing keeping him upright. "Taryn stay," he mumbles, his

my resolve cracking

look at me like that? Like I'm the only

this time.

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

the carriage, his