Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 59

King Novel 58

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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 to

paint him like some fucking war hero-this mythical,

But I know better.

kind

against the cabin wall-when his fingers wrapped around my

I should've run.

the door behind him and

I begged

on the kitchen counter-tabs stacked on top of

a house of cards

King Blackwell's Rise to

Imperial Pack Massacre-Five

Unsolved Disappearances

Unknown Heir Rumors

The Alpha King's Fiancee.

cursor blinks in

fingers hover over the

what

Some kind of fucked-up proof that I meant something

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

Dead.

Gone.

my fucking system for

twist-like the traitorous

struts out of the bathroom, flipping her hair

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ripped jeans and crop top

tits into.

a minor

herself in the mirror, then swipes my untouched coffee straight

about this whole Alpha King investigation thing, by

"Noted."

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T. People don't dig into him unless they want to disappear. They

got eyes everywhere-spies hidden in every

my fingers through my tangled

If he really had spies everywhere, they'd have killed

ex's dick.” That definitely happened back in the pack. I didn't mean for it to but it hit Kallias' crotch

"You're not funny."

"I'm fucking hilarious."

buzzer screams through the apartment, cutting

about to launch

stomping

from that weird

"It's for me."

is before

downstairs isn't marked.

chasing stories long enough to

found.

my floor with documents spread out

photos stapled to crisp typewritten reports.

it is standard council shit-border patrol logs, missing persons reports,

buried at the

There's a crest.

ink on the corner

black wolf with a crown of jagged thorns

cold sweat prickling down

before-long before I ever found Enoch

woods.

Flash.

voice in

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