Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 98

Chapter 96

Chapter 96

The silence is the first thing that pisses me off.

No scratchy paper petals crumbling under my shoes. No sickly-sweet rot clinging to the base of my door. No reminder that someone out there has a death wish and thinks I'm dumb enough to play scared little Omega about it.

Huh.

I stare at the floor outside my quarters. Just polished marble. No bouquet of shriveled-up flowers this time.

Guess whoever's been leaving them finally got bored. Or they're cooking up something worse. Because that's what silence is here-it's not peace. It's the inhale before the scream.

I rub my eyes and glance across the hallway. His doors are still closed, like the pompous Alpha King is too fucking royal to wake up before noon. Must be nice. I mutter, "Still sleeping off that bitchy little tantrum, huh?"

No response. Of course.

I drag myself into the bathroom, splash water on my face, stare into the mirror like I'm waiting for her-the version of me that's supposed to be over this. Over him. Over the way his voice still cracks like thunder in my bones.

Yeah, she's not showing up today either.

Whatever. I've got shit to do and coffee to drink.

The dining hall is halfway across the palace, but I've walked longer stretches with

a twisted ankle and a leaking heart, so I put one foot in front of the other and try not to think about anything except how empty my stomach feels.

I'm almost at the hall when I hear them.

Maids. Whispering. Like they always do. But this time...

"Poor Lady Camille, I remember her." one says, voice low but clear enough to knife through the air. "I really thought she'd be Queen by now."

My body freezes mid-step.

Another maid scoffs, her tone heavy with regret. "They found her body in the-"

Footsteps. Heavy ones. Clean. Confident.

They all shut the fuck up at once.

I already know who it is.

Enoch enters from the far end of the dining hall, and it's like every breath in the room gets sucked out of the ceiling.

The maids practically break their spines bowing, and one of them drops a tray. Clatter. Awkward laughter. Silence again.

I step forward like nothing's wrong, even though my brain's glitching. Camille. Her name's not a ghost anymore. It's a

corpse.

And apparently... she's a real one.

Enoch doesn't look at me when I sit. He just stabs his eggs like they insulted his bloodline and chews like he's punishing

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them for it.

Typical.

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I pick at my toast, but it's like chewing ash. My mouth's dry. My fingers won't stop twitching. And the words are clawing their way up my throat before I can even stop them.

"What happened to Camille?"

I say it quietly. Too quietly.

His fork halts mid-air. His jaw ticks once.

"Eat your food."

The way he says it-it's not a suggestion. It's an order.

I don't move. "Last time I saw her was before the Maldives. I just thought... she was still... around."

He slams his fork and knife down so hard the porcelain cracks.

"She's dead."

His voice is flat. Like he's reading it off a fucking script. Like it doesn't matter. "Her body was found in this palace after we got back from that fucking island." Everything inside me goes cold.

I don't even blink.

apart. And I don't fall apart for men who lie to me, fuck with me, and then act like I'm the problem. for not being loyal to

The chair drags back with a sound that makes my ears want

like I'm the thing that ruined his entire

And maybe I did.

wrote about my life like I was

Then he's gone.

Just like that.

but cold toast, broken silence, and the worst fucking ache I've

Staring. Breathing. Not breathing. Thinking of her. Camille. The maybe- fiancée I never asked

Dowager's wing

in bed, eyes closed, skin pale against the cream-colored sheets. The room smells like lavender oil and lemon

she looks," the healer told me last week. "She just likes

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leverage."

I believe it.

ass," I mutter as I

eye open. "My grandson thinks he's clever.

breath escapes me-part laugh, part disbelief. "You said it. Not

rare in this cursed house." She eyes me

"No shit."

the only thing

in

In the doorway.

time. No cruel smirk.

for something he doesn't even believe he

the bed

"You. Come here."

in. Doesn't hesitate. Doesn't challenge

up at him.

an idiot. Don't

the back of

at her like he's five years old and just got

fucking court.

she's on

snap to

meant to be

work

his stare, toss the cloth into the

the girl he left behind

be the one he

the hallway, debating whether I should wait or just disappear into the

phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and sigh as I see Zoe's name. Zoe: "LET ME CRASH THERE FOR ONE

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he told me not to

head against the neared

a sleepover. It's a palace. With guards. And

brooding Lycans. You'll

"Murder is fine. Beuer than attending his

him screwing her in my laundry

drama. No chaos. No lingerie,

promises. Be there in an hour.

even get a chance to argue

already babysitting one emotionally stunted Alpha, Might as well

chaos goblin

phone into my back pocket and turn-straight into a wall of muscle wrapped in a

hallway. He

mutter, stepping back and rubbing my

me," he

"Where?"

can't make

blink at him.

Take notes. Smile. Don't say

who'd gladly do it. Like, say, Brooke. I'm sure she'd love to be seen as the King's representative." Jacob smirks, deadpan. "Exactly. You're the only woman

the year. Put that

your Majesty's journalist.

into the back of a sleek black SUV, still

my boots don't match, and I'm 90% sure there's

the seat beside me without a

black suit, cufflinks glinting like secrets, jaw

glass.

look at

wall of broody rage

Wouldn't that be faster?"

instead. "It's

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