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

1. me.

Liam turns to her in

to her phone. Blush creeps into my fac and I look out the window, my heart

thoughts are cut as we

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

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

"You good?" Zoe asks.

No. I'm not good.

But I say, "Peachy."

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

says,

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

I stare back. Unflinching.

nods to

taking me

I exhale slowly.

Welcome to the palace.

the palace is just as suffocating as it looks from the

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

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saw him just a few night ago, Z oe.

he became

a low whistle. "Damn. So this

reply. I don't have to. The air is thick enough with unspoken words

central wing, where an official is waiting for us. She's tall, regal, and terrifying in that "I could destroy you with a single command" kind of

me, your role is as a royal historian and media consultant. You are here to document the reign of the Lycan King,

I nod.

at making excuses. We're

out the King. You do not ask

get it," I interrupt. "Stay in my lane. Do my job. Keep my mouth

something resembling amusement flickers in her

your

for me to follow, leading us deeper into the palace. As we walk, I swear I feel something slithering beneath my skin. A tension. A

I'm being

it's there, thick in the air-the

an unseen force

my shoulders. Let them

I'm here now.

not leaving without answers

into luxury is that it makes you realize how fucking

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

Not that I'm impressed.

soft, expensive sheets smell faintly of something dark and woody- like old books and rain-drenched

Enoch.

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everything in this place feel like him? The walls, the air, the way every damn person looks at me like I don't belong. Like I'm an imposter in a world I

I'm here

door snaps me out of my thoughts.

and Lady Celeste Vaelor strides in like