Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 42

Chapter 42

Fear is going to eat me alive.

The door creaks open with the metal grinding against stone. The sound scrapes down my spine as a serrated blade, but I keep my expression slack and empty. I sure am not going to give them anything.

It's my turn.

I knew it was coming the moment Seraphina was dumped back into the cell hours ago, beaten and bruised to shit, her dress torn and blood staining her lip. She didn't sob, didn't wail like the attention-hungry brat she's always been. She just lifted her head, met my eyes, and let out a shaky breath. A silent message wrapped in dread.

You're next

I swallow down the dryness in my throat as two rogues step inside and walks over to me. Their scent instantly churns al that is left in my stomach-they smell of rotting meat, filth, and something sickly sweet, like decay left too long in the sun.

The taller one, a broad-shouldered bastard with a thick scar slashing across his cheek, unchains me from the wall. The moment his fingers clamp around my arm, I let my knees buckle just enough to make him think I can barely stand.

"Damn, she can barely walk," he sneers, hauling me upright.

"You beat the fight out of her, idiot," the other one laughs, his grip tightening around my waist as he hauls me forward.

Good. Let them think that. Let them think I'm just another weak omega, too broken to fight back.

I force my breathing to go shallow, let my head loll slightly. I stagger again, making them shift their hold.

"Maybe I should carry her," Scarface mutters, adjusting his grip like he's actually considering it.

Perfect.

I tilt my head just enough to see Seraphina through my lashes. She's curled in the corner, barely moving, but I know better. Her fingers twitch against the stone, a subtle, sharp movement. We planned this. The rogues had started getting careless, believing we were too battered to be a threat. That was their first mistake.

The second was touching me.

The moment Scarface tries to shift my weight, I act.

I slam my heel down on his foot with every ounce of force I have, pivoting as I rip

my arm free and swing the heavy iron shackles still hanging from my wrists straight into his temple. The dull, wet crack of impact is satisfying as hell. He crumples like a sack of shit before he even has a chance to react.

Seraphina moves in tandem. Despite the bruises and sluggish movements, she snatches a fallen dagger from Scarface's belt and drives it into the other rogue's thigh, yanking it free as he howls in agony.

Adrenaline surges through me. My pulse pounds in my ears, drowning out everything but the sharp, singular focus of

escape.

We bolt.

The underground tunnels are a labyrinth of damp stone and flickering lanterns, but I don't hesitate. I've turns, the dead ends, the way the air shifts where an opening might be.

orized the

"Move, Sinclair!" Seraphina snaps, shoving past me as another rogue lunges from the shadows.

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Footsteps chin behind us. More of them Fuck. We're naming of time

my wing pred the

narrow passage leading upward, jagurd

I yell, pushing Seraphina

if it's fear or some twisted form of loyalty.

either

RUN!" I drove her

the rocks, her silhouette swallowed by the faint diver of definha Maring through the

I tum to follow-

clawed hand

my

my skull as I'm

tightens, crushing my airway. My vision spots at the edges, darkness

the surface. Sunlight spills around her, a stark contrast to the

breath I have left,

them! Tell them

see the flicker of

entrance

I'm dragged into

is a familiar

ground, bones rattling as I skid across the filthy floor. My head smacks against something hard, sending a fresh wave of

my ribs, knocking the breath clean out of my

Then another. And another.

the wet, ugly sound of flesh meeting flesh. Blood floods my mouth, metallic and warm, coating

could escape?" Someone sneers, their breath hot

eyes to meet theirs. I don't even know who the fuck the another rogue in the sea of faceless

he spits, shaking me like I'm

Just

and taunting, before letting the blood pool

chin. And then

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fucking face

His grip tightens painfully

hoarse, but the words are sharp. "Then why

of me?

warning I get before his fist collides with my

Then everything fades.

the slow, rhythmic drip of water. My arms ache, bound tight above my head, and every inhale makes my ribs scream in protest. My lip is swollen, my jaw throbbing My wrists are

Hear the quiet shuffle of boots on

I'm not alone.

grips my chin, tilting my head up. I meet

us about the Lycan

my mind sluggish but sharp enough to

truth-I don't say

the silence stretch,

The blade comes next.

arm, just deep enough to sting. Blood beads, warm against my chilled

voice smooth, patient, like he has all

the groan that tries to crawl out of my throat and force my lips into a smirk. "I don't know what you're talking

slow trickle of

think you can protect him?" The rogue crouches, leveling his gaze

Omega. He's a King. What makes you think you

I don't.

in the

mean I'm going to hand

I smile, all teeth, and say nothing. And

ticks, in the slight tremor in his grip.

They want me to

But I won't.