Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 60

Chapter 60

The scent of state cigarettes and cheap perfume clings to the hallway like a bad fucking omen.

My boots in against the cracked tiles x 1 mene, exch step heavier than the last. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker- bizzing like a dying mequitting everything in this sickly, yellow glow. The whole building smells like piss and regret. t's the kind of place where dreams go to choke themselves ont in a corner.

Perfect place to chase down a fucking ghone.

My fingers tighten around the strap of my bag skang over my shoulder, the weight of the burner phone inside pressing against my ribe Three weeks. Three fucking weeks of dead ends, classified files, and chasing shadows through back alleys. Three weeks since I walked out of that shitty apartment, leaving Zoe behind with nothing but a goddamn receipt and a promise I knew I'd break

I thought I'd find something by now.

I've been to places where newspapers have said that the Alpha King now has visited with bad intentions.

But instead, I'm losing my goddamn mind.

I know he's out there. I feel it in my fucking bones. Every time I close my eyes, I see him-those forest green eyes staring straight through me, mouth on mine, hand wrapped around my throat like he owned every broken piece of me. And maybe he did.

Maybe he still fucking does.

I shove the thought down where it belongs and keep moving.

Third floor. Room 306.

The tip I bought off some greasy little beta with a gambling debt told me this guy might have something on the Imperial Pack before, Old shit. Before the attack. Before everything went to hell and the world buried the case like they never existed. It's a long shot-like everything I've been chasing-but I'm too far in to turn back now.

I stop outside the door, pressing my palm flat against the peeling wood. My heart's already hammering in my chest, but I force myself to breathe through it.

No more waiting

No more hiding.

I knock twice.

Nothing.

I glance down the hallway-empty. Just flickering lights and peeling walls. My pulse picks up, the little voice in the back of my head hissing that I should fucking leave. But I don't. Because if I've learned anything in the last three weeks, it's that nothing worth knowing comes easy.

If I want to know what connection my parents had with the Imperial Pack, this is just one of the easy ways to do so.

I knock again, harder this time.

Still nothing.

"Fuck it."

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Fucking paranoia.

Or maybe not.

desk and shove it into my jacket pocket. I don't

scrubbing the Imperial Pack's Attack out of

is proof. A crack in

to

out of the room, locking the

hairs on the back of

echo one floor

Slow.

Deliberate.

out

in the face, burning my lungs. I keep moving-tucking my hands deep into my jacket pockets, head

into the shadows of a busted payphone booth. My hands are shaking as I pull

kind of suffocating silence that makes me

gone bone white. Zoe's in the backseat, pretending she's not eating this shit up like a front-row ticket to the latest werewolf

human, that, I know

pushing yourself too

I flick my eyes to

"Not your concern, Boss."

fixed on the road. "Actually, it

something under it-something... possessive. I fucking hate

backseat. "I don't know if you two hate each other or if

messed-up way of

around to glare at her. "It's

nothing, but his fingers flex tighter on the

holding something back.

thick enough to choke on.

two of us,

noose.

kills the engine, and

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I don't either.

and stare at the dashboard all

already on the

the seat. "Why

yourself?"

like a punch to the

force out a laugh, sharp and hollow. "What?

shit that's only gonna hurt

heart slams against my chest so hard I swear he can

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seeing straight through

buried under sarcasm

without answering, slamming

my apartment, the overhead light flickers and dies the second

"Perfect"

knocking into furniture and cursing under

a spare bulb somewhere-I just have

rattles

the second I crack it open. He's holding

a fucking ladder like some overgrown

"Fuck off."

steps inside without

my arms, leaning against the wall while he