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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Chapter 59

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.

my phone and start digging, but Kallias's warning keeps ringing in the back of

careful where you start poking, little

I should listen.

always been my

mother's daughter, after

I sketched the crest last night. My hand moves like muscle memory- drawing out the sharp lines and interwoven patterns again and again, until the symbol stares back at me like it's been carved into my

know how I

I just know-

seen this symbol

Not in a book.

in some dusty

In my father's hands.

prickles down my

as fragments of an old memory claw to the

rough hands pressing something into

from... and never let them find

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Fuck.

Fuck.

jackknifes

clutching

somehow anchor me

seem to expand fast

know what this crest

I've always known.

Imperial

bloodline that ruled

that was slaughtered in

bloodline Enoch

bloodline I might be tied to

Holy fucking shit.

table

My head spins-pulse hammering in my ears like

This whole time...

been digging into my

Into the Riverstone Pack-

Alpha

didn't

digging into

"Taryn?"

the panic attack clawing

hear her over the static rushing

"T-"

my heart in

Something's wrong.

The air feels... off.

Too still.

Too heavy.

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Like someone's watching.

window-half-expecting to see a pair of glowing eyes staring back at me from across the street. But

Paranoia is a bitch.

to

inch toward the window, fingers

when I see

the

Still.

Silent.

Watching.

my spine, locking me in

He's not a wolf.

can feel that

distance or magic or whatever the

use

But he's there.

Waiting.

Tracking. They've found me.

into me like a bullet between the

jerk away from the window, heart jackhammering

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Okay-

Okay-

Think, Sinclair.