Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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.

ghost king about to get

him like some fucking war hero-this mythical,

But I know better.

know exactly what kind of

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.

the door behind him and never

I begged

the kitchen counter-tabs stacked on

house of cards

Blackwell's Rise

Pack Massacre-Five

Unsolved Disappearances

Unknown Heir Rumors

The Alpha King's Fiancee.

in

fingers hover over

know what I'm looking

kind of fucked-up proof

I'm just waiting to find his name

Dead.

Gone.

fucking system

ugly twist-like the traitorous little bitch it

her hair over one shoulder. "Okay, how

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barely registering the ripped jeans and crop

tits into.

you'd fuck a

in the mirror, then swipes my untouched coffee straight out of

still not sure about this whole Alpha King investigation

"Noted."

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him unless they want to

got eyes everywhere-spies hidden in every

snort, dragging my fingers

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

"You're not funny."

"I'm fucking hilarious."

buzzer screams through the apartment,

about to launch

stomping toward

that weird guy with

"It's for me."

it is before she even

isn't marked. No

been chasing stories long enough to know when

found.

floor with documents spread out

are old-yellowed edges and black-and-white photos stapled to crisp typewritten reports. It was on the archive I was able to access thanks to

shit-border patrol logs, missing

at

There's a crest.

the

wolf with a crown

lurches, cold sweat prickling

I ever found Enoch

woods.

Flash.

voice

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