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, leaving me seething in her

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lacquered surface gleaming in the sunlight. The damn

flay skin. Like I'd go out of

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

feel out of place. The carriage smells like polished wood and faint lavender, a stark contrast to

have

hear my

carriage coach whipped the horse and we were about to leave when I hear it. Heavy, frantic footsteps pounding against the dirt, closing the distance like a freight train barreling

with a force that nearly rips it off its hinges,

adoration—are wide with panic. His chest is heaving, the strain

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is he doing

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

a war zone,

a hand to my forehead. My patience has officially left the building,

his voice low,

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

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

I'm just picking up supplies. No danger, no drama. Just sit tight, eat

like it's the only thing keeping him upright. "Taryn stay," he mumbles, his tone bordering on pleading

resolve cracking under his gaze. Damn it, why

Like I'm

fine," I say, softer this

slump like he's lost a battle, and he takes a hesitant step

just as I think he's going to leave, Enoch's posture stiffens. His head jerks toward the carriage, his eyes