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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my wing pred the

leading upward,

yell, pushing Seraphina toward

it's fear or some twisted form of loyalty. Rot we don't have

either

her hard, forring

up the rocks, her silhouette swallowed by the faint diver of

I tum to follow-

hand

my

skull as I'm yanked backward, feet leaving the

Kicking wilday, bax the grip tightens, crushing my airway. My vision spots at the edges, darkness creeping

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

have left, I force out a

Tell them I was

I see the flicker

entrance

dragged into the darkness

is a

across the filthy floor. My head smacks against something hard, sending a fresh wave of dizziness through

kick lands sharp in my ribs, knocking the breath

Then another. And another.

of flesh meeting flesh. Blood floods my mouth, metallic and warm, coating my

sneers, their breath hot and rancid in

hair and yanks me up, forcing my eyes to meet theirs. I don't even know who the

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

Just

letting the blood pool in my mouth dribble

then

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fucking face

His grip tightens painfully

My voice is hoarse, but the words are sharp. "Then

of me?

I get before his fist collides with my

Then everything fades.

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

blood. Smell sweat. Hear the quiet shuffle

I'm not alone.

my chin, tilting my head

about

haze of pain, my mind sluggish but

don't

the silence stretch, heavy

The blade comes next.

arm, just deep enough to sting. Blood beads, warm

voice smooth, patient, like he has all the time

throat and force my lips into a smirk. "I don't know what you're talking

slow

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

King. What makes you think you

I don't.

in the way

I'm going to

all teeth, and say nothing.

his jaw ticks, in the slight tremor in his grip. They want me

They want me to

But I won't.