Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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Chapter 44 Chapter 44

SERAPHINA

I don't walk into the Riverstone Pack's territory. I fucking crawl.

My legs barely work, my feet raw and cut open, burning with every step as I drag myself over the border. A few more inches and I collapse, face-first, into the dirt. Gravel bites into my palms, but I don't even care. The pain is just another reminder that I made it. That I survived.

The air is cold this early in the morning, crisp and sharp as it fills my lungs. The icent of pine and damp earth should be comforting-it means home, safety-but it just makes my stomach turn. Because safety is a fucking lie.

There's a second of silence, and then-

"Holy shit. It's the Gamma's daughter!"

Boots slam against the ground. Voices blur together, frantic and disbelieving. Hands grip my arms, hauling me upright, but my body is too weak to fight them off. My head rolls forward, my hair falling over my face in a tangled, sweaty mess.

"She's barely breathing," someone mutters.

No shit, genius.

I hear the murmurs, the frantic shuffling, but I don't react. I just stare. Stare at nothing. At the sky, the trees, the faint glow of the rising sun that makes everything look softer than it really is. My mind is still back there, in the dark, trapped in the stench of blood and damp stone, where monsters speak in whispers and smile while they break you.

Someone lifts me, and the movement sends a sharp wave of nausea crashing through my gut. I groan, my stomach threatening to empty itself right onto their boots.

"She needs the healer. Now."

Distantly, I register the motion of being carried, the hushed voices, the shift in temperature as I'm taken inside the infirmary. The warm air wraps around me, a stark contrast to the ice still sinking into my bones. They lower me onto a cot, and I sink into it, my muscles giving up entirely.

Someone pries my fingers apart, checking my pulse. Another set of hands wipes the grime from my face, cleaning the shallow cuts lining my skin. I should say something, maybe tell them what happened, but my lips stay shut.

Because if I open my mouth, if I start talking, it's real.

And I'm not ready for that.

A thick blanket is draped over me, but it doesn't stop the shaking. My body is betraying me, trembling like a leaf in the wind, useless and weak. I hate it. I hate that I was taken, that I was powerless, that I'm here now, wrapped up like a fucking fragile little thing when I should be spitting fire.

But I know someone out there is having it harder than me.

Taryn must have been punished harder than we already had been.

"Seraphina."

A loud voice calls.

I don't have to look to know who it is.

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Kallias.

His scente-embers and leather-hits me before I even see him. He worms into the room, his boots clicking against the floor. and suddenly, the space feels suffocating

"Where the hell have you been

1 fin my head-barely My lips part, but nothing comes out.

Because what do I even say? That I was ripped from my own facking life because

of the tyean King? That was held captive in some rotting pit with Taryn, of all people! That they hart we, that they-

No.

I damp my mouth shut.

Kallias doesn't wait for an answer. He grabs the edge of the cot, leaning in. His brows are furrowed, his jaw tight, his whole body coiled with something I can't quite place. Worry? Anger?

"Taryn," he snaps. "Where is she?*

the air

thick, as a storm rolling in. The scent of raw power slams into me, sending a shiver up

Not Kallias.

Someone else,

Someone worse.

the voice rumbles, deep and guttural, “is

My breath stutters.

don't have to look to know it's

Enoch.

The Alpha King.

threshold, towering, forest green eyes burning, his massive frame cutting through the dim light like something out of a nightmare. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw locked so tightly I swear I hear his teeth grind. His entire presence is one giant fucking threat,

fingers curl around the bedframe, the wood groaning under

His voice is barely human. More growl

I freeze.

mouth and let the truth pour out-tell him where she was when I last saw her, that she was still breathing, still fighting

my eyes flick

the way his fists are clenched at his sides. To the way his

he's looking at me, like

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For hope.

that moment, I realize

Taryn never comes back, maybe

he'll stop looking at her like she hung

plants itself in my chest, roots itself deep, and before I can think

it, before I can let the guilt sink its claws

I lie.

"I don't remember."

Enoch's reaction is instant.

The walls seem to tremble, the air pressing down an invisible

I swallow hard. Fuck.

I whisper, forcing my voice to tremble.

move. He

a second, I think he's

Kallias

enough,” he snaps at

me. “Let her

at him. Then at

turns on his heel and

slams behind him, the sound echoing long

exhale, my pulse pounding

bought myself

if Taryn

I won't

I did the

and again, until the words

slicing through my window, casting long, jagged shadows against the walls. My body is still sore, muscles aching from running through the forest like some feral animal, but it's nothing compared to the

It's been days.

through every inch of the land like a

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know who he

Because Taryn's missing.

the last person

my fingers into the sheets, squeezing

should be a fucking victory. That bitch is

even have to lift a

My stomach twists.

side, staring at the

of darkness peeking through, and my pulse kicks up. It's stupid. Irrational. But something about it makes my skin

sit up slowly, pushing the blanket off. My legs are shaky when I stand,

over, yanking the door open

hits me