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.

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

careful where you

I should listen.

curiosity has always been my

mother's daughter, after

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 and again, until the symbol stares back at me like it's been carved into

know how I know

I just know-

this

Not in a book.

in some

In my father's hands.

rush prickles down

tighter as fragments of an

kneeling before me-his rough hands pressing something into

from... and never let them find

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Fuck.

Fuck.

heart jackknifes against

the counter, clutching

somehow anchor me to

lungs can't seem to

know what this

I've always known.

Imperial

same bloodline that ruled the Lycans for

bloodline that was

bloodline Enoch was born

might

Holy fucking shit.

back, knocking into the table

night. My head spins-pulse hammering in my ears like a

This whole time...

into

Into the Riverstone Pack-

Alpha King's

didn't even

into my own

"Taryn?"

breaks through the panic attack

the static rushing

"T-"

I snap, my heart in my fucking

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

Paranoia is a bitch.

learned to trust it

window, fingers curling around the

I see

the

Still.

Silent.

Watching.

my spine, locking

He's not a wolf.

can feel

me-masked by distance or magic or

bastards use to stay

But he's there.

Waiting.

Tracking. They've found me.

realization slams into me like a bullet between the

from the window, heart jackhammering against

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Okay-

Okay-

Think, Sinclair.