Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 77

Chapter 76

"Get over it"

My voice barely scrapes past my lips, hoarse and bitter. It sounds weak, even to

me,

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1 drag a hand down my face, my skin raw from wiping at the tears I refuse to acknowledge. My throat is thick, my stomach twisted into a knot so tight I feel like I might throw up.

I hate this.

I hate that I can still feel him—his touch lingering on my skin like a fucking, brand, I hate that my body still craves him, even After he walked away. Even after he proved, yet again, that I'm just a goddamn idiot when it comes to him.

Fuck him. Fuck his lips, his hands, his scent that's still clinging to my clothes, I shove the thought down, forcing myself to focus on what actually matters,

The documents.

They're spread out in front of me on the floor, edges curling, ink faded in some spots from age. I scan over the words, trying to push through the haze in my head.

Names. Dates. Transactions. Reports.

I trace my fingers over the text, my mind sluggish as it tries to put the pieces together. But my focus is shit.

All I see is my own last name, scrawled across an ancient Lycan royal record like it belongs there.

But it doesn't.

My family has never been tied to the royal house. At least, not that I've ever known.

A sharp, cold weight settles in my chest as my eyes move down the page.

Then I see his name.

My brother.

The inked letters feel like a slap to the face, knocking the air right out of my lungs.

His name is buried in a document tracking border activity.

I skim further.

A date,

My stomach drops.

It's the same fucking day I lost him.

My pulse hammers in my ears, drowning out the silence of the room. I clutch the paper tighter, my knuckles white.

What the hell does this mean?

My brain stumbles through the implications, but none of it makes sense. None of it fits.

And the worst part?

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It feels familiar. Like I've seen this puzzle before but never had the right pieces.

A sick feeling coils in my gut.

I'm missing something.

I don't know what.

Not yet.

But something tells me I'm running out of time.

I inhale sharply through my nose, forcing the panic down. I need answers, and I need them now.

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My phone is on the bed, the screen cracked from one of the many times I've dropped it. I snatch it up and scroll through my contacts, my thumb hesitating over a name before I press call.

Liam picks up on the second ring.

"Sinclair," he greets, his voice clipped, like he's already annoyed and I haven't even said anything yet.

Charming as always.

"Hey, Calloway," I mutter, shifting on the floor. "I need a favor."

There's a brief pause, then a sigh. "Of course you do. What is it?"

I roll my eyes at his tone but ignore it. "I need you to dig into something for me. Family registries, royal records-anyone with ties to the Imperial Court from before the coup."

Liam doesn't respond right away, which means he's already debating whether or not to waste his time on this.

"Please," I add, though it tastes like vinegar in my mouth.

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters. "I'll see what I can find."

Relief loosens my shoulders. "Thanks, Liam."

"Don't thank me yet," he says flatly. "I haven't found shit."

Then he hangs up.

I stare at my phone for a second before shaking my head. Asshole. But at least he's a useful one.

Before I can set my phone down, another call flashes across the screen.

Kallias.

1 blink.

What the fuck?

I hesitate for half a second before answering. "Hello?"

There's a beat of silence, then, "Hey."

His voice is familiar, but there's something off about it. Something hesitant.

I frown. "What's up?"

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"Just wanted to hear your

My stomach tightens.

expected, but it sure as hell wasn't

pull my knees up, gripping the phone

sound. "Don't mind it,"

working on stopping it."

strange mix of emotions swirls in my chest-surprise, confusion, maybe even a

know what to say

don't

silence stretches between us until he finally

then the call

phone from my ear, staring at the screen like it might

back against the edge of the bed, pressing

feels heavier

first time in a long

feel completely, utterly

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around me. My chest is tight, my thoughts tangled. I

hand on my skin, the way his voice curled around my name like it belonged to him. Like I belonged

It doesn't work.

memory slithers in,

I shove it down.

makes me jolt up. My door flies open like it owes someone money, and then there's Zoe-her arms stacked with dresses, a piece of bread jammed between her

panic, shoving them under my bed like I'm thirteen

parent.

unbothered. "You," she says through a mouthful of bread, pointing

blink. "The

are." She marches over, slamming the dresses onto my bed. The hangers

exhale sharply, rubbing my temples. “Zoe, I'm not in the mood for some-"I

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"-whatever the

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if I don't,

I refuse

theorist." "Taryn." Zoe puts her hands on her hips, tilting her head like she's

Talk on how to stop being at pathetic, emotionally-wrecked dumbass. "You need to clear your head. And what better way to

my eyes.

She grins, all teeth.

I won't like

I wouldn't like

thick with sweat and adrenaline. It smells like leather, metal, and aggression. The overhead

like a

almost drowned out by the sounds of

a goddamn

turn to

She smiles innocently.

glare. "You dragged me

she corrects. "Not

her. Then the ring. Then back at

is wrong with

waving a dismissive hand. "You need to let off

and I figured what better way

deep voice

to kill you when

I whip around.

the ring, arms crossed, expression

ever-is Jacob Wyatt.

I blink. Hard.

back to Zoe.

Zoe shrugs. "Guilty"

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hands up. "What

casually, like he didn't

Slowly turn back

Jacob smirks. "Fighting."

"For what?"

He just looks at me.

And

way his gaze

stomach drop.

up my spine.

fighting anyone or

He doesn't reply.

Just smiles.

I

through the thick air like a

gentlemen, the match you've all

erupts. The crowd

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to the ring. Two fighters are already inside-one English,

And then, without warning,

It's not a sport.

It's war.

guy

I feel it. The Italian retaliates, grabbing

and slamming him into

My stomach churns.

a normal fight. This

I hiss. "I

my

don't fucking

fight ends with a knockout.

The crowd goes wild.

then the announcer's voice

unlike any you've

The lights cut out.

shifts-deeper, darker, something

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side of

entire body

Because he steps out.

Commanding. Cloaked in black,

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knows who he is. Not really. His face has never

media isn't

forbids it.

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