Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King
Chapter 61
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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fingers
shaking until I hear
in my hand-blade glinting under the
Nothing,
shifts.
know when
sight. But I can't see shit. My pulse thunders in my ears, drowning
My voice comes out steady, but my heart's punching against my ribs like
Nothing.
toward the door, knife still
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Fucking paranoia.
Or maybe not.
the desk and shove it into my jacket pocket.
waste. Someone's been scrubbing the Imperial Pack's
enough. This is proof. A
just have to pry
room, locking the door behind
hallway, the hairs on the back
echo one floor
Slow.
Deliberate.
to find out
the face, burning my lungs. I keep moving-tucking
shadows of a busted payphone booth. My hands are shaking
silence that makes me want to bash
Zoe's in the backseat, pretending
is a human, that,
yourself
through the quiet, rough and low. I flick my
"Not your concern, Boss."
ticks, eyes fixed on the road.
something under it-something... possessive. I
from the backseat. "I don't know if you two hate
messed-up
around to glare at
nothing, but his fingers flex tighter on the steering
holding something back.
thick enough to choke on. By
off and it's just the two of us, the
noose.
kills the engine, and doesn't
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I don't either.
and stare at
already on the
against the
yourself?"
like a punch to
and hollow. "What? Having a job? Living
through shit that's
chest so hard I swear he
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through
under sarcasm and
door open without
apartment, the overhead light flickers and dies the
"Perfect"
around in the dark, knocking into furniture and cursing under my breath.
spare bulb
knock rattles
mutters the second I crack it open. He's
fucking ladder like
"Fuck off."
inside
arms, leaning against the wall while he sets up the
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