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.

king about to get

fucking war hero-this mythical, untouchable figure wrapped in

But I know better.

exactly what kind of monster wears

his eyes the night he pinned me against the cabin wall-when his fingers wrapped around my throat like he was trying to memorize the shape of breaking me-yet fucking

I should've run.

door behind him and never looked

begged

the kitchen

of

King Blackwell's Rise to

Pack

Unsolved Disappearances

Unknown Heir Rumors

The Alpha King's Fiancee.

in the

fingers hover

don't even know what I'm

proof that I meant something to

find his name buried under some

Dead.

Gone.

fucking system for

ugly twist-like the traitorous little bitch

flipping her hair over one shoulder. "Okay,

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barely registering the ripped

tits into.

fuck a minor celebrity for

the mirror, then

about this whole Alpha King

"Noted."

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into him unless they want to disappear.

everywhere-spies hidden in every

my fingers

spies everywhere, they'd have

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

"You're not funny."

"I'm fucking hilarious."

buzzer screams through the apartment, cutting off

to

stomping toward

another delivery from that weird guy with

"It's for me."

it is before she even presses the

isn't

long enough to know when someone wants

found.

the middle of my floor

typewritten reports. It was on the archive I

of it is standard council shit-border patrol logs,

at the

There's a crest.

ink on the corner of a

crown of jagged

lurches, cold sweat prickling

I ever found

woods.

Flash.

father's voice in the

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