Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 35

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

The moment the pack warriors grab me, I know this isn't going to end well.

Their grips are unforgiving, their fingers digging into my arms as they drag me across the dirt floor like I'm nothing more than a ragdoll. My feet barely keep up, stumbling against the uneven ground as they haul me toward the raised platform.

I catch myself, barely.

The stench of sweat, blood, and something more acrid clogs my nose-adrenaline,

fear.

Then I see him.

My hands brace against the rough wooden flooring, splinters biting into my palms as I lift my head.

The Alpha of the Riverstone Pack sits above the chaos like a king surveying his pitiful subjects. Old but not frail, his presence alone makes the air feel disastrous. He's old, his hair grayed at the temples, his face lined with age and something cruel. But it's his smile that unsettles me the most-thin and creepy, as though he already knows how this night will end, and I'm the last one to catch up.

"Bring her here."

The warriors throw me forward without a sliver of care. My knees hit the ground hard, a jolt of pain traveling up my legs, but I barely have time to register it before I'm being yanked up again, shoved closer to the Alpha's side. My skin prickles, every nerve on high alert.

One of the pack warriors who was stationed outside Kallias' door-aka, my glorified prison-steps forward, as stiff as a board. "Alpha, Kallias himself ordered us to keep her locked inside his room-"

For a second, I think the Alpha might consider his words. Then, without so much as a shift in expression, he simply looks at the man. One look.

The warrior immediately shuts up, his mouth snapping closed like it's been wired shut. He bows his head and backs away without another word.

The Alpha pats the seat beside him. "Sit, girl."

I don't move.

He lifts a brow.

One of the pack warriors forces me down before I can think about resisting.

'The Alpha hums in approval, clasping his hands together as he leans forward. "Sacrifice," he says, drawing out the word as a teacher introducing a new lesson. "It's the foundation of every pack, every kingdom, every great power that has ever risen and ruled. Without it, there is no order. No strength. No future."

I don't say a word.

My stomach coils tight, my senses screaming at me that this isn't just an old man giving a philosophical speech. He's leading to something-something I'm not going to like.

"You see, child," he continues, "truth and sacrifice go hand in hand. One always demands the other. And tonight... one truth has made itself known."

He turns his head toward me, expression unreadable. "Tell me, girl, what have you lost?"

My throat tightens. Too much. But I know better than to answer him honestly. "That's none of your business."

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He chuckles. “Oh, but it is. You see, truth has a funny way of revealing itself, whether we want it to or not. And the truth, my dear, is that you are not as insignificant as you pretend to be."

Before I can process that, a roar erupts from the fighting ring below. My head snaps toward the sound just in time to see a body collapse.

The champion.

Blood pools beneath him, a dark stain spreading across the dirt. And standing over him, chest rising and falling with steady, unbothered breaths, is him.

Enoch.

Shock. Fear. Uncertainty. They're all thick in the air, pressing down on every soul

in the audience as they try to make sense of what the fuck just happened.

A sick, dangerous thrill sparks in my chest. He did it. He won.

Who is he?

How did he kill the champion that easily?

Where did he come from?

I already know the answers to all three.

And so does someone else.

A ragged, breathless sound pulls my attention toward the entrance of the dome.

Kallias.

a second to register it before he steps forward, his face pale, his

He knows.

being beside his father means

make me wince. "What

me like he has a fucking right to, like I belong to him, but

a single step, the Alpha's voice cuts through

"Wait."

leaving,” he mutters, already pulling

once, I don't argue. As much as I loathe being dragged by Kallias fucking

the Alpha's voice cuts through the space like a

"Not so fast."

freezes. I do

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stare pinning his son in

you like so

My stomach drops.

What?

beside me.

自

yours. That way, no other pack will take her in if she runs. She will be bound to

seems to

stiffens beside me, and I turn to

say no.

roll his eyes, dismiss

he

And he smiles,

"Yes."

My heart stops.

arm back, but Kallias' grip tightens them. My bones protest, skin pinching under his bruising hold “Let me go.” I spit, panic clawing up my throat, but

us. Before I can

cold chill runs

flinch. He simplyu stands there like a dutiful little pawn as his father turns to the

Please no...

Alpha says smoothly, gesturing at Enoch. "Do that, and I will

good on my promise."

me as

stomach turns violently, bile burning

He means it.

actually going to make Kallias

second, I pray-stupidly-that Kallias will snap out of whatever

realize how fucking

But then he smiles.

smirk. Not a sneer. It's something wide and manic,

like son.

jumps down the arena and shifts

he lands in the dome below with a thud that rattles my goddamn ribs. The crowd roars, and the noise

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warriors'

at their iron holds. "Let me go!

Run

Enoch doesn't move

chest rising and falling

doesn't wait. He immediately

It's a massacre.

and fur blur together in a brutal ballet of

fury, a tornado of

He's taking it.

every hit, every wound, every

sharp crack echoes through the air, his body colliding against the ring's edge like a ragdoll.

up and staggers

to slam

The scent of iron is so thick it chokes

cheering, celebrating

be happening.

not in excitement. My throat is raw, the sound barely human.

watches it all with

he's waiting for

wolf lands another vicious blow, claws tearing into Enoch's ribs.

his body swaying. He

Eyes locking onto mine.

shake my head frantically,

back. Please,

hair, wrenching me backward.

before I'm being