Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 59

Chapter 59

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I rush to the ends of the Mall where the limo has now stopped and my eyes widen

to see the media fucking round it like bees. I swear the fucking universe has a personal vendetta against me

"Alphat

"Your Majesty, look here!" I can't see him at all with all the people flocking around, though I doubt they're going to get a good picture either.

Shit, it was their car.

I swear the unifverse has some personal vendetta against mm.

It's the only explanation at this point.

Out of all the rich assholes speeding around the city, it had to be him.

He's here.

Watching.

Waiting.

The Alpha King himself, lurking behind tinted windows like some goddamn puppet master, pulling strings while I stumble through life trying to piece together the mess he left behind.

I don't know whether to scream or laugh hysterically.

Instead, I flip off the spot where his limo disappeared down the street, muttering under my breath like a lunatic while Zoe drags me toward another overpriced boutique.

"Okay, simmer down, unhinged little gremlin." She snickers, looping her arm through mine. "You're officially one coffee away from committing vehicular homicide."

"I should've thrown the whole fucking cup."

"You did, babe. With terrifying accuracy, might I add."

I huff, brushing dried coffee stains off my shirt.

It's been hours since the limo incident, but my pulse hasn't settled.

I felt him.

Even through layers of glass and steel-

He saw me.

I know he fucking saw me.

But he still drove away.

Like I'm nothing.

Like I never meant anything.

I gnaw the inside of my cheek, swallowing down the bitterness rising in my throat.

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He wants to hide

Fine.

Let him

But I'll be damned if I let him ham me from the shadows.

Not anymore

By the time we finally get back to the spartment, my body feels like it's been wrong cot and hung to dry. Zoe themes herself onto the couch, scrolling through her phone like her entire existerace depends on whatever trathy posip page the doom scrolling

Meanwhile. I pace like a caged animal-staring at the coffee-stained photo of that fucking crest spread out on the kitchen

counter.

That stupid little emblem has been gnawing at my brain for days.

It's not just some crest-I know that now.

It's a thread-

One pull, and the whole goddamn tapestry of my life is about to unravel.

digging, but Kallias's warning keeps ringing in the back of

where you start poking, little

I should listen.

always been my fatal

mother's

notepad from the counter and flip to the page where I sketched the crest last night. My hand moves like muscle memory- drawing out the sharp lines and interwoven patterns again

don't know how I know

I just know-

this symbol

Not in a book.

in some dusty

In my father's hands.

cold rush prickles down

tighter as fragments of an old memory

father kneeling before me-his rough hands pressing something

where you come from...

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Fuck.

Fuck.

jackknifes against

the counter, clutching the necklace around my

anchor me to

lungs can't seem to expand

what this

I've always known.

the Imperial

same bloodline that ruled the

was slaughtered in one

bloodline Enoch was born

same bloodline I might be tied to

Holy fucking shit.

knocking into the table hard

from last night. My head spins-pulse hammering in my

This whole time...

digging into my

Into the Riverstone Pack-

Alpha King's

didn't even

been digging into my

"Taryn?"

breaks through the panic attack

over the static rushing in my

"T-"

I snap, my heart in my

Something's wrong.

The air feels... off.

Too still.

Too heavy.

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Like someone's watching.

toward the window-half-expecting to see a pair of glowing eyes staring back at me from across the street. But there's nothing there-just the flicker of neon signs and the low buzz of the

Paranoia is a bitch.

learned to trust

window, fingers curling

I see

on the rooftop across the

Still.

Silent.

Watching.

down my spine,

He's not a wolf.

feel

doesn't reach me-masked by distance or magic or whatever the

use to stay

But he's there.

Waiting.

Tracking. They've found me.

me like

jerk away from the window, heart jackhammering

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Okay-

Okay-

Think, Sinclair.