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."""

she recovers, spinning on her heel and

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gates, its black lacquered surface gleaming in the sunlight. The damn thing

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

a middle-aged man with a permanent scowl etched into his face, doesn't bother helping me with the supplies. I hoist the bags up myself, gritting my

leather seat, I feel out of place. The carriage smells like polished wood

have insisted I'll

exhausted.' I hear my wolf whine, and I roll

I hear it. Heavy, frantic footsteps pounding against

rips it

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

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is he

like I've just announced I'm abandoning

a war zone,

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

asks, his voice low, shaky,

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

like I've just declared

step out of the carriage, trying to level with him. "Look, I'll be back soon. I'm just picking up supplies. No danger, no

doesn't budge. His hands grip the doorframe like it's the only thing keeping him upright. "Taryn stay," he mumbles, his tone bordering on pleading

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

like that? Like I'm the only thing keeping his world

this time. "I'm

his hands falling to his sides. His shoulders slump like he's lost

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