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.

to register it before he steps forward, his face pale, his blue eyes locked onto

He knows.

me being beside

wrist with enough force to make me wince. "What

gripping me like he has a fucking right to, like I belong to him, but I still start to move. I'd rather let him haul me across

before we can take a single step, the Alpha's voice cuts through the air like a

"Wait."

leaving,” he mutters, already pulling

don't argue. As much as I loathe being

can take a step, the Alpha's voice cuts

"Not so fast."

freezes. I do

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pinning his son in place. "Tell me,

you like so marry

My stomach drops.

What?

stiffens beside

自

That way, no other pack will take

arena seems to inhale

me, and I turn to him, half expecting-no,

say no.

his eyes, dismiss

he turns

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 his fingers only dig

pack warriors flanking us. Before I can thrash away, they seize my arms,

runs

dutiful little pawn as his father turns to the

Please no...

gesturing at Enoch. "Do that, and I will

good on my promise."

words slam into me as

violently, bile

He means it.

actually going to make Kallias kill

second, I pray-stupidly-that Kallias will snap

he'll look at me, realize

But then he smiles.

a smirk. Not a sneer. It's something wide and manic, a twisted mockery of the boy I once

father, like son.

the arena and shifts

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

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I gasp, struggling against the warriors' grips. My arms ache, my

holds. "Let me

Run

Enoch doesn't move

stands there, silent, his chest rising and falling in

doesn't wait.

It's a massacre.

ballet of claws and

tornado

He's taking it.

every wound, every

wolf barrels into him, sending him sprawling. A sharp crack echoes through the air, his

gets up and staggers

Kallias to slam into him

iron is so thick it chokes

They're screaming, cheering, celebrating a fight that

be happening.

screaming too, but not in excitement. My throat is raw, the

it all with a fucking

waiting

wolf lands another vicious blow, claws tearing into

upright, his body swaying. He

Eyes locking onto mine.

shake my head frantically, silent,

back. Please,

me

before I'm