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

hair spilling down her back. Blood-red lipstick. Expensive-ass designer dress

W-who is this?

straight through

around his forearm though she belongs there-as if she's earned the right to touch him. The caption below the image makes my blood

a mysterious Lady attend the annual Diplomatic

union between the Lycan

Union.

Fiancée.

I can't fucking breathe.

smirk painted on her face, the way his hand is curled into a loose fist by his side. Like he wants to rip her touch off his

Or won't.

The room tilts sideways.

No.

He wouldn't-

He couldn't-

heart splinters clean down the middle, the cracks spiderwebbing out

inch of my chest.

All the whispered promises.

the nights his breath warmed the back of my

ways he looked at me like

together-

was all a

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the laptop shut so hard the keys rattle. My pulse hammers in my ears, drowning

feel like I'm going

get the fuck out

legs carry me straight to the bathroom without conscious

the sink with both hands,

He's alive.

He's alive.

He's fucking alive.

shakes. My nails

my way out of the

was dead, that he didn't have

me

was such a fucking

whisper to no one, my voice

words flicker through my head like

come back

"I'll always protect you."

"You're mine, little wolf."

my eyes shut, biting down on the inside

blood.

Fuck him.

lie that ever

He left me.

He forgot me.

to her-the same silver-haired bitch who

make mine a

laugh bubbles up from somewhere deep inside

Of course it's Seraphina.

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

shaky breath after another, staring at my reflection in the

eyes are bloodshot,

Pathetic.

He replaced me.

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Now I'll replace him.

hard

the Alpha

that makes him

to rip his entire fucking