Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 88

Chapter 88

I should have left the fucking office when I had the chance.

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Instead, I'm sitting on the floor, my back pressed against Liam's desk, my heartbeat thudding against my ribs as if it's trying to break free. The file is in my lap, its weight far heavier than paper and ink should ever be. My fingers twitch as I flip it

open.

The first page stares back at me. My name. My birthday. My blood status- Omega.

Basic shit.

I scan further, flipping through old reports and documents though I'm peeling back layers of my own existence. Foster records. Riverstone adoption papers. Thirteen years old, found near the pack borders, malnourished but unharmed. No immediate family traced.

Bullshit.

I keep reading. My fingers tighten around the pages, my breath coming quicker. The more I search, the more I realize what's missing. My mother's name is listed- Mary Lancaster. My father-Edward Lancaster. No known cause of death. Just... deceased. No details, no reports, no explanations.

I press my palm against my forehead, willing myself to stay calm. This was supposed to give me answers. Instead, it's feeding me the same half-truths I've been living with for years.

This isn't enough.

Liam has more. He has the damn flash drive. The one he dangled in front of me like a fucking bone. "You want the truth?" he'd said. "Give me the file, and I'll give you the drive."

Yeah. Right.

My eyes flick up to the desk. Maybe he left it. Maybe he didn't trust himself to keep it with him.

It's a long shot, but I've done dumber shit before.

I get on my knees, ignoring the way my pulse skitters, and pull open the top drawer. Nothing but pens and a half-empty bottle of whiskey. Next drawer-stacks of folders, invoices, memos.

My breath hitches when I spot the bottom drawer. Locked.

That's it.

I grab the handles and yank, but it doesn't budge. My fingers search the desk frantically, rifling through loose papers and files, knocking over a stapler and a goddamn coffee mug before-keys.

Tucked under a stack of notes.

I snatch them up, hands shaking, and jam one into the lock. It doesn't fit. Neither does the second.

Come on. Come on.

The third clicks.

My entire body stills for half a second before I yank the drawer open. My breath catches.

There it is.

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The flash drive sits in the corner, small and unassuming, but I swear it might as well be glowing. I grab it, shove it into my pocket, and pull out my laptop, my fingers working on autopilot as I jam the drive into the port.

The screen lights up. A single folder appears.

1 click. My name is the first file. Taryn Sinclair's Origin.

No. Not Sinclair. Not even Riverstone.

Shit, I'm not even who I thought I was.

"Taryn Lancaster." I let the name roll off my tongue. That sounds so... fucking royal. Holy shit.

My stomach twists. My fingers hover over the trackpad as I double-click the file.

A document unfolds, line by line, word by word.

Taryn Lancaster.

Daughter of Edward Lancaster, deceased.

Former Imperial Beta of the Lycan Kingdom.

No way...

breath stutters. I blink.

That... that

Imperial Beta because there could only be one, wasn't just some pack official.

And he... my father?

might fucking disintegrate in my hands.

into

Jesse Lancaster,

Mother: Mary Lancaster, deceased.

death: Imperial

cold chill slithers down

I don't breathe.

I don't blink.

I just read.

Blackwell, second in line on the throne

the first Alpha

Alpha King,

killed

into me as a goddamn

wiped out

Enoch.

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take the throne. He took

And I never knew.

sharp knock echoes from

a voice calls.

My stomach lurches.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

and duck low, flattening myself against the side of the desk. The flashlight sweeps over the glass wall, casting a faint glow through the frosted surface.

me.

slow, heavy silence

Then-click.

door locks from the

eyes shut.

I'm locked in.

yet. Not when the truth is still staring

itself into my brain.

myself to breathe,

my family. The war that tore

too.

this is

at the laptop when his steps began to retreat

I can't breathe.

but I can't look away. Once again, my brother's voice-Jesse's echoes in my skull, scraping against the inside of my head like nails on

this. They killed him.

on me,

smother the scream

him. Brooke's father. The Prince Royal. That bastard.

to kill Enoch, too. If he had succeeded, if Enoch

is so violently repulsive

Enoch killed him. It's

the hell does it still feel as if

breaking. Crying like I'm bleeding from the inside out, my

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stay like this-collapsed, hands tangled in

against my knees as I sob a fucking

hours.

when the tears finally slow,

hollowed out

My parents are dead.

brother,, Jesse

This is what I came in the city

To know the truth.

loyal to the Imperial family. To the wrong

For a bloodline that turned against itself? For

There's no one left to punish. The bastard responsible is already

be relieved, although if I

still alive, I would have felt

knowing how he died thanks to Brooke, his head hanged on the

be as brutal as Enoch

I don't feel relieved. I feel like I'm standing in the aftermath of a war I never even got

And I lost everything.

force myself

pulling

yet.

with the Alpha

My breath catches.