Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 59

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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.

about

war hero-this

But I know better.

exactly what kind of monster wears

wrapped around

I should've run.

should've locked the door behind him

I begged

is open on the kitchen

house of cards ready

King Blackwell's Rise to

Imperial Pack

Unsolved Disappearances

Unknown Heir Rumors

The Alpha King's Fiancee.

in

hover over

know what I'm looking

fucked-up proof that I meant

maybe I'm just waiting to find his name buried under some

Dead.

Gone.

of my fucking system

heart gives a sharp, ugly twist-like the traitorous little bitch it

of the bathroom, flipping her hair over one shoulder. "Okay, how do I

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glance up, barely registering the ripped jeans and crop top

tits into.

a

then swipes my untouched

this whole Alpha

"Noted."

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serious, T. People don't dig into him unless

got eyes everywhere-spies

my fingers through

If he really had spies everywhere, they'd

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

"You're not funny."

"I'm fucking hilarious."

through the apartment, cutting

to launch

groans, stomping toward

another delivery from that weird

"It's for me."

who it is before she even

downstairs isn't

I've been chasing stories long enough to know when someone

found.

later, I'm sitting in the middle of my floor with documents spread out around me like a

files are old-yellowed edges and black-and-white photos stapled to crisp typewritten reports. It

standard council shit-border patrol logs, missing persons reports, smuggling

buried at

There's a crest.

in blood-red ink on the corner

black wolf with a crown

lurches, cold sweat prickling

symbol before-long before I ever

woods.

Flash.

father's voice

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