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

passage leading upward, jagurd rocks forming a crude

I yell, pushing Seraphina toward

fear or some twisted form of loyalty. Rot we

either

her

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

I tum to follow-

hand snatches my

my

my skull as I'm yanked backward, feet

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

surface. Sunlight spills around her, a

have left, I

Tell them I was

the flicker of something

entrance collapses

I'm dragged into the darkness

a

across the filthy floor. My

ribs, knocking the breath clean out of

Then another. And another.

narrows to fists, claws, and the wet, ugly sound of flesh meeting flesh. Blood floods my mouth, metallic and warm, coating my tongue as another hit snaps my head back.

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

hand grips my hair and yanks me up, forcing my eyes to meet theirs. I don't even know who the fuck the another rogue in the sea of

Omega," he spits, shaking me like I'm a damn

Just

taunting, before letting the blood pool in my mouth

chin. And then I spit-right

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fucking face

His grip tightens painfully

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

of me?

fist collides with

Then everything fades.

bound tight above my head, and every inhale makes my ribs scream in protest. My lip is swollen, my jaw throbbing My wrists are raw

blood. Smell sweat. Hear the quiet shuffle of boots on

I'm not alone.

my chin, tilting my

us about the Lycan

pain, my mind sluggish but

don't

let the silence

The blade comes next.

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

same, the rogue continues, his voice smooth, patient, like he has all the time in the world to carve me up. "His new

of my throat and force my lips into a

slow trickle of

you can protect him?" The rogue crouches, leveling

King. What makes you

I don't.

the way

I'm going

teeth, and

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

They want me

But I won't.