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.

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

where you start poking, little

I should listen.

always been

mother's daughter,

stop myself, I grab my 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

know how I know

I just know-

this

Not in a book.

in some dusty

In my father's hands.

rush prickles down my

pen tighter as fragments of an old memory claw to

father kneeling before me-his rough hands

come from... and never let

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Fuck.

Fuck.

heart jackknifes against my

counter, clutching the necklace

somehow anchor me

can't seem to expand fast

know what this

I've always known.

the Imperial

ruled the

was

Enoch was

bloodline I might

Holy fucking shit.

back, knocking into the table

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

This whole time...

into my parents'

Into the Riverstone Pack-

the Alpha

didn't

into my own

"Taryn?"

panic attack clawing at

over the static

"T-"

snap, 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 there's nothing there-just the flicker of neon signs and

Paranoia is a bitch.

learned to trust

I inch toward the window, fingers curling

when I

shadow-perched on the rooftop across the

Still.

Silent.

Watching.

down my spine,

He's not a wolf.

feel that

scent doesn't reach me-masked by distance or

bastards use

But he's there.

Waiting.

Tracking. They've found me.

into me like a bullet between the

away from the window, heart jackhammering against

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Okay-

Okay-

Think, Sinclair.