Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 59

King Novel 58

hapter 58

I should feel on top of the fucking world right now.

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I just landed my first official byline-the kind of shit most interns would sell their souls for-and yet here I am... pacing my shitty apartment like a fucking lunatic, chain-smoking mental breakdowns in the form of stale gas station nicotine gum.

Because the one story that could make my entire carcer-the one I've been chasing my whole goddamn life-

Is him.

The Alpha King.

And his fiance.

The faceless ghost who clawed his way back from death.

The same man who left me behind in the middle of the night with nothing but a cheap silver chain hanging around my neck.

Enoch fucking Blackwell.

The man I babysitted.

My murderer.

I grind the gum harder between my molars, the bitter taste burning the roof of my mouth.

I wish I could hate him.

I wish I could rip this necklace off and throw it into the gutter where it fucking belongs-pretend like I didn't spend the last six months sleeping with it tucked under my pillow.

But I can't.

Because no matter how much I want to carve him out of me-he's still there.

Lodged under my skin like a rusted nail.

But he's about to get married, Taryn.

I keep telling myself that ever since I saw that article and yet I can't seem to wrap my head around it. Do I even have the right to feel like this?

I stare down at the half-empty coffee cup in my hand, the logo smudged from my sweaty grip. Zoe's voice drifts in from the bathroom, humming some shitty pop song while she curls her hair.

We're in my apartment right now, planning to have the day to ourselves.

"I still can't believe Liam actually gave you the gig."

"Me neither," I mutter, tapping the rim of the cup against my bottom lip.

It's been three days since that meeting. Three days since I walked out of his office

with shaking hands and the taste of victo still sharp on my tongue.

And yet the more I dig into the Alpha King...

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The less I want to find.

Every article, every headline-it's the same recycled propaganda bullshit.

Mysterious new ruler rises from the ashes.

A savior to the packs.

king about

some fucking war hero-this mythical,

But I know better.

exactly what kind of monster wears that

against the cabin wall-when his fingers wrapped around my throat like he was trying to

I should've run.

should've locked the door behind

begged

kitchen counter-tabs stacked on

of cards

King Blackwell's

Pack Massacre-Five Years

Unsolved Disappearances

Unknown Heir Rumors

The Alpha King's Fiancee.

blinks in the

hover over the

what I'm looking

of fucked-up proof

find his

Dead.

Gone.

fucking

sharp, ugly twist-like the traitorous little

out of the bathroom, flipping her hair over one

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the ripped jeans and

tits into.

a minor celebrity for

mirror, then swipes my untouched

not sure about this whole

"Noted."

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don't dig into him unless they want to

got eyes everywhere-spies hidden

my fingers through

spies everywhere,

my ex's dick.” That definitely happened back in the pack. I didn't mean

"You're not funny."

"I'm fucking hilarious."

through the

to launch

groans, stomping toward the

another delivery from that weird guy

"It's for me."

who it is before

waiting downstairs isn't marked. No return

been chasing stories long enough to know when someone

found.

minutes later, I'm sitting in the middle of my floor

black-and-white photos stapled to crisp typewritten reports. It was on the archive

of it is standard council shit-border

buried at

There's a crest.

in blood-red ink on the

a crown of jagged

sweat prickling down my

I

woods.

Flash.

father's voice in

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