Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 57

Chapter 57

A story...

A good story that will impress the fuck out of Liam Beckett.

I've been searching the entire day.

I don't know what I'm expecting when I click on the article-maybe another

recycled political piece about the Alpha King's miraculous return from the dead. Another puff piece written by some bootlicking journo trying to crawl up the hierarchy without getting their throat slit along the way.

What I don't expect-

What punches me right in the fucking chest-

Is him.

Enoch.

The grainy photo loads slow as hell, pixel by pixel, like the universe is dragging

out the torture on purpose.

I feel it before I even see him-

The bone-deep ache that hasn't fucking left me since the night he walked out of that shitty motel room and never came

back.

My heart jackknifes against my ribs.

No.

No, no, no.

My lungs start to shrink. Everything inside me winds tight, every nerve ending sparking like live wires under my skin.

Then the image sharpens-

And there he is.

Tall. Cold. Alive.

He stands in front of a towering marble building yet only his back is shown, the crowd around him blurred into nothing. The black suit clings to him like it was sewn onto his body-sharp, severe lines that fit him too perfectly. His hair is shorter now, slicked back like he's some kind of untouchable royalty. The scar across his temple is barely visible, just a pale ghost against his tan skin.

I wanna see his eyes-

God, his eyes.

I hope they haven't changed at all.

The same bottomless forest pits that used to watch me as if was something worth saving-something his.

But his back is onto the camera. No one has ever photographed the Alpha King, only glimpses of him.

Except now they're dead behind the surface. Hollow. Like whatever pieces of him I managed to drag back from the brink-

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He buried them along with me

4 damp my hand over my mouth, forcing down the sol clawing up my throat.

11'e alive

He's fucking alive.

Every breath I've taken in the past six months feels like a sick joke-like I've been grieving a ghost while the bastard's been out here playing dress-up as the untouchable Alpha King

1 lean forward, hands shaking as 1 scroll down-

And that's when I see her.

woman on his

down her back. Blood-red lipstick. Expensive-ass designer dress clinging to her

W-who is this?

stomach drops straight through

she belongs there-as if she's earned the right to touch him. The caption below

mysterious Lady attend

speculate a union between the

Union.

Fiancée.

I can't fucking breathe.

their intertwined arms, the smirk painted on her face, the way his hand is curled into a

Or won't.

The room tilts sideways.

No.

He wouldn't-

He couldn't-

the middle, the cracks spiderwebbing out

inch of my chest.

All the whispered promises.

nights his breath warmed the back of my

like I was the only fucking thing holding

together-

was all a

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pulse hammers in my ears, drowning out the distant chatter of

like I'm going

get the fuck out of

My legs carry me straight to the bathroom without conscious thought. My shoulder smashes into the stall door, locking

with both hands, trying to force oxygen

He's alive.

He's alive.

He's fucking alive.

My nails

months clawing my way out of the wreckage he left behind-telling

that he didn't

me because he

was such

to no

flicker through my head like a

come back for

"I'll always protect you."

"You're mine, little wolf."

shut, biting down on the inside of my cheek so

blood.

Fuck him.

single lie that ever

He left me.

He forgot me.

to her-the same silver-haired bitch

trying to make mine a living

low, bitter laugh bubbles up from somewhere

Of course it's Seraphina.

the universe isn't just cruel-it's fucking

one shaky breath after another, staring

eyes are bloodshot,

Pathetic.

He replaced me.

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Now I'll replace him.

me so fast and hard it almost knocks me off

he's the

makes him

entire fucking empire