Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

The car is too damn quiet.

It's been two weeks since the masquerade ball and I'm fucking impressed Liam has gotten us a way to not only enter the palace, but to move in there in that short amount of time.

The palace. It all seems like a dream.

I sit in the backseat, my folder clenched between my fingers so tightly that the edges bend under my grip. It has all the information I might need about the Alpha King, about Enoch.

Find me..."

I rub my face as I remember the words I told him that night. I asked him to find me and yet here I am, walking exactly where he is.

The city disappears behind us, swallowed by the stretch of forest leading to the Imperial Palace. The road is too smooth, the ride too effortless, like even the goddamn ground bows beneath the feet of the Lycan King.

Enoch.

I force my gaze out the window, but the palace looms in the distance, a shadowy beast carved out of stone and gold, waiting to swallow me whole.

"This is your last chance to change your mind," Liam drawls from the driver's seat, eyes flicking to me through the rearview mirror. "I can still turn the car around."

I shoot him a glare. This, what I'm doing right here isn't for Enoch, it's not even for me but for my parents and for my brother, Jesse. This is to know who exactly took them away from me, and I've seen how the Imperial Pack is connected with their deaths and I'll stop at nothing to know everything.

"I'm not backing out." I hiss.

"Didn't think so," he mutters, gripping the wheel a little too tightly. "Just figured I'd remind you that you're walking into a lion's den wearing a steak necklace."

Zoe hums from the passenger seat, twisting to look at me with a little too much enthusiasm for my liking. "More like walking into your ex's house uninvited. The royal, powerful, might-murder-you-in-your-sleep kind of ex." She taps her chin. "Have you considered bringing a weapon? Something small, discreet. A dagger, maybe?"

"Sure," I deadpan. "I'll just tape it to my thigh and hope no one notices when I go through security."

She shrugs. "Or, hear me out-flash them some leg and maybe they'll let it slide." "Fucking hell," Liam mutters.

"Have you heard?"

The tension is broken as we both turn to Zoe who's deep on her phone.

“What?” Liam and I both say in unison. Zoe lifts her phone to show us a picture and my heart drops. It's in a balcony. The same one Enoch and I kissed. It was that fucking paparazzi. I knew they're not going to let it slide.

In the picture is Enoch, although his face isn't visible as well, yet it's clear he's the Lycan King. I'd know that even with the picture a mile away from me.

But,

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Do they know who the woman is?

That I was the woman?

How much do they know?

Is my face seen?

"I think it's Lady Celeste though." My thoughts were stopped as I turn to Zoe, "What?" I mutter. She shrugs. "It's just the dress, she's wearing a red one, remember?" Liam nods at her.

Right. The dress.

It's red because of the wine that woman poured on me. i guess it was a blessing in disguise, that way, they wouldn't know it's

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her." Liam turns to her

the midnight gown, cinderella girl." She sighs, going back to her phone. Blush creeps into my fac and I look out the window, my heart pounding. That cinderella girl

are cut as we turn to a

the details sharpening. Massive iron gates rise like a ribcage protecting a beast, the metal intricately carved with depictions of battles older than any living werewolf. The towering walls of black stone seem to swallow the light, swallowing me with

it pressing down. The history. The blood. The sheer goddamn power embedded into every inch of

"You good?" Zoe asks.

No. I'm not good.

But I say, "Peachy."

the car. Their uniforms are pristine, their weapons polished, their expressions

says, voice

pass him the papers. He scans them, then his eyes lock onto mine like he's trying to

I stare back. Unflinching.

stretch. Then, finally, he nods to the others. The

me deeper into the

I exhale slowly.

Welcome to the palace.

suffocating as

and gold, with towering pillars stretching toward the vaulted ceiling. Chandeliers drip with obsidian and onyx, catching the dim candlelight in eerie flashes. Guards line the

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in close, whispering, "So, uh, have you ever even

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few night ago, Z oe. But you don't have to know that.

he became the Lycan

a low whistle. "Damn. So this is going to be

is thick enough with unspoken words and

wing, where an official is waiting for us. She's tall, regal, and terrifying

staying in the west wing. According to the file your company has sent me, your role is as a royal historian and media consultant. You are here to document the reign of the Lycan King, not to interfere in palace

I nod.

excuses. We're just

not seek out the King. You

it," I interrupt. "Stay in my lane.

the first time, something resembling

to your

us deeper into the palace. As we walk, I swear I

I'm

acknowledge me, but it's

force

shoulders. Let them watch.

I'm here now.

leaving without answers to what happened to

luxury is that it makes you realize how fucking poor

massive bed-scratch that, this isn't a bed, it's a fucking cloud. A silk-draped, goddess-tier mattress that makes my old cot at the pack house look like a dog bed. The entire suite is bigger than my entire floor back home, decked out in dark wood, velvet curtains, and chandeliers that

Not that I'm impressed.

the mattress, bouncing once. The soft, expensive sheets smell faintly of something dark and woody- like old books

Enoch.

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into a

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the air, the way every damn person looks at me like I don't belong. Like I'm an imposter in

I'm

snaps me out of my thoughts. Before I can answer,

and Lady Celeste Vaelor strides in