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."""

for just a second before she recovers, spinning on her

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

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

permanent scowl 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. It's fine, I tell myself. Just another day as the

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

I should have insisted

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

were about to leave when I hear it. Heavy, frantic footsteps pounding against the dirt, closing the

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

and full of that odd childlike adoration—are wide with panic. His

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he

like I've just announced I'm abandoning him in the

a war zone,

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

his voice low, shaky, like a damn

here, okay? You don't have to be glued to my side every

brows knit together like I've just declared the sky is green. He

carriage, trying to level with him. "Look, I'll be back soon. I'm just picking up supplies. No danger, no drama. Just sit tight, eat something, maybe don't murder

still doesn't budge. His hands grip the doorframe like it's the only thing keeping him upright. "Taryn stay," he

sigh, my resolve cracking under his gaze. Damn

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

say, softer this time. "I'm coming

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

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