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

leading upward, jagurd rocks

I yell, pushing Seraphina toward

it's fear or some twisted

either

I drove her hard,

rocks, her silhouette swallowed by the faint

I tum to follow-

hand snatches

my

my skull as I'm yanked backward, feet leaving

my airway.

it to the surface. Sunlight spills around her, a stark contrast to the cold shadows swallowing me

breath I have left, I

them! Tell them I

the flicker

entrance collapses

into the darkness once

is a

floor. My head smacks against

my ribs, knocking the breath clean out of my

Then another. And another.

floods my mouth, metallic and warm, coating my tongue as another hit snaps my

really thought you could escape?" Someone sneers, their breath hot and rancid in

my eyes to meet theirs. I

nothing, Omega," he spits, shaking me like I'm a damn

Just

the

And then I spit-right in

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fucking face

His grip tightens painfully

is hoarse, but the words are sharp. "Then why are you

of me?

the only warning I get before his fist collides with my cheek, hard enough to black

Then everything fades.

wake up to 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

the quiet shuffle of boots

I'm not alone.

rough hand grips my chin, tilting my head

about

of pain, my mind sluggish but sharp

truth-I don't say

the silence stretch, heavy and

The blade comes next.

deliberate slice down my arm, just deep enough

same, the rogue continues, his voice smooth, patient, like he has all the time in the world to

throat and force my lips into

cut. Another slow trickle of

The

nothing, Omega. He's a King.

I don't.

in the way

mean I'm going

and say nothing. And they

in the slight tremor in his grip. They

want me

But I won't.