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.

on

back. Blood-red lipstick. Expensive-ass designer dress

W-who is this?

drops straight through the fucking

earned the right

King Enoch Blackwell and a mysterious Lady attend the annual Diplomatic

speculate a union between the Lycan throne and the Grimaldi

Union.

Fiancée.

I can't fucking breathe.

her face, the way his hand is curled into

Or won't.

The room tilts sideways.

No.

He wouldn't-

He couldn't-

the middle, the

inch of my chest.

All the whispered promises.

warmed the back of

at me like I was the

together-

all a

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shut so hard the keys rattle. My pulse hammers in

like I'm going to be

the fuck

conscious thought. My shoulder smashes into the

both hands, trying to force oxygen into my

He's alive.

He's alive.

He's fucking alive.

shakes. My nails

spent months clawing my way out of the

was dead, that he

he'd only left me because he

such a

whisper to no

flicker through my head like

come back

"I'll always protect you."

"You're mine, little wolf."

the inside

blood.

Fuck him.

every single lie that ever came out of

He left me.

He forgot me.

standing next to her-the

trying to make mine a

bubbles up from

Of course it's Seraphina.

isn't just

one shaky breath after another, staring at

eyes are bloodshot,

Pathetic.

He replaced me.

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Now I'll replace him.

so fast and hard it almost knocks me off my

the Alpha

makes

to rip his entire fucking empire