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.

and start digging, but Kallias's warning keeps ringing in the

careful where you start poking,

I should listen.

curiosity has always been

my mother's daughter, after

from the counter and flip to the page where I sketched the crest last night. My hand moves like muscle

don't know how I

I just know-

seen this

Not in a book.

in some

In my father's hands.

rush prickles down my

blink, clutching the pen tighter as fragments of an old memory claw to

father kneeling before me-his rough hands pressing something into

you come from... and

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Fuck.

Fuck.

jackknifes against

from the counter, clutching the necklace around my throat like

anchor me

lungs can't seem to expand

what this

I've always known.

the Imperial

bloodline that ruled the

was slaughtered in

bloodline Enoch was born

same bloodline I might be tied to

Holy fucking shit.

table hard enough to rattle the

My head spins-pulse hammering in my ears like a

This whole time...

digging into my parents'

Into the Riverstone Pack-

Alpha King's

didn't

been digging into

"Taryn?"

panic attack

over the static rushing in

"T-"

my heart in my

Something's wrong.

The air feels... off.

Too still.

Too heavy.

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Like someone's watching.

back at me from across the street. But there's nothing there-just the flicker of neon signs and

Paranoia is a bitch.

learned to

toward the window, fingers curling

when I

shadow-perched on the rooftop across the

Still.

Silent.

Watching.

sick chill slithers down my spine, locking

He's not a wolf.

feel

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

use to

But he's there.

Waiting.

Tracking. They've found me.

like a bullet

the window, heart

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Okay-

Okay-

Think, Sinclair.