Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 101

Chapter 101

One shoe.

That's what I walked back with. Just one fucking shoe, and maybe I was also carrying bits and pieces of my heart as well.

And I wish I could say it was a metaphor, but no. Literally. One shoe on, the other hand gripping the other pair like I'm some deranged Cinderella with swollen eyes and mascara bleeding into her jawline.

Goddamnit, how pathetic do I look right now. Zoe would probably look at me and her face would scrunch up.

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My feet drag across the palace floor, the silence so thick it scratches at my eardrums. It's already past midnight, everyone is either asleep or hiding from their Alpha King's rage.

I don't even make it to my bed. I collapse face-first into the mattress of my sofa and scream. Into the pillow, of course, because I'm still pathetic enough to care about who hears me.'

"Ah!" I punch the pillow, my voice being muffled by the cotton.

I scream until I'm lightheaded. Until my throat is dry. Until I'm sick of my own damn voice.

Enoch's still out there. Somewhere. Probably throwing shit at walls. Maybe punching a tree or murdering some political advisor or-fuck if I care.

But I do.

I care so much it's disgusting. This is what had gotten me here. This stupid attention to everything.

My face is still wet when I flip over, staring blankly at the ceiling like it might have answers. The chandelier above mocks me, sparkling like a fucking dream I never should've had in the first place.

All this, it's a stupid dream and I might as well be back in the Woodridge Pack and even though I was an Omega, things were peaceful. Hell, I would have handled Kallias' rejection a whole lot better than whatever this is Enoch and I have right now.

"You just loved." I feel Eris shifting in my head. The lump in my throat grows heavy and before I knew it, my arm finds their way over my eyes as I wipe a new tear that fell astray.

"That's the problem," I whisper. "I loved."

Eris shifts inside my head and before I knew it, she falls silent. I'm scared. I'm scared of the love I have for him. I know it will ruin me, and I also kn

fully well I will let it.

A knock startles me off the mattress and up to my feet as a very rushing fist bangs

at my door. Geez, it's 1AM, have some decency. I immediately wipe any visible traces of tears In my face.

It's not even a hesitant one-no courtesy for the broken girl on the other side. Just a swift, sharp tap-tap and then the door cracks open.

"Miss Sinclair," a soft voice peeps in on the door. One of the maids, the one who always smiles too much. "The Queen Dowager would like to see you."

I blink. Once, twice. The room spins. It's past midnight? What in the world is an old woman staying up at this time for?

"Now?" I croak.

She nods.

Of course she does.

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"I'll be there in a minute."

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the mirror with shoulders that weigh like lead, and start fixing the wreckage of

then she'd smack him

as I feel. Red-rimmed eyes. Puffiness. A split lip I didn't even notice from when I bit

my eyes as if it'll erase the damn truth. "You've survived worse." I

Another inhale. Another exhale.

one last time to the room. I'm going to have to think when I'll be leaving. I'm still not entirely sure what I'm supposed to do with the job the Dowager

cardigan tighter around my body-hoping I

Then I leave.

soap. Like old royalty and forgotten wars. The kind of place

I knock once.

"Come in, dear."

Her spine's curved now, her cane tapping the floor as she moves

medication," she mutters, frustrated. "Your eyes are young-come. Help an

I almost smile. Almost.

taking the jar from her hand. "You sure it's not one

ruling nations. She's once a queen, alright. “I swear these jars multiply just to mock

I suggest. She turns to me and nods as I lead her back to the sheets, taking her cane after she sat down. I

Maybe this is just exactly what

label, pick up the tiny capsule, and turn around again to grab the cup of water-only to freeze when I hear

about

My breath stutters.

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cup wobbles under my grip,

you-"I start, voice too small. I hate how it

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chuckles, soft but knowing. "You may be quiet, girl, but

in the

hand her the cup. My hands shake. This woman knows everything, I swear. I can't

fingers are cool but firm, the skin worn like

lie, chuckling

down before you fall down." Her voice is hoarse as she downs the melatonin pill I

once, I

her on the edge of the bed. She

pats the seat

of times tonight. I really

she urges. Fuck it, this

can stop myself. I recall everything that's happened in the past two hours, and before I

"I think I'm done."

hums. "No, you

do," I whisper. "I've tried. So hard. I've waited. I've hoped. I've bent myself backwards for him. I gave him everything, and now there's

give."

for that. But, right now, all I could think about is how much comfort not having those eyes scrutinize me right

as if he belonged there. I let him take down my walls, and then... he lit my soul on fire." I murmur, fiddling with my fingers and she finally

girl I know," she says, eyes sharper than they should

laugh bitterly. "You

turns. Really looks at me. "I know

into my room the first time all those

lost. You

looking up at her.

smiles. "I can

an eye."

cold. She... knows

first came

you." she cuts me

if reading mt thoughts, "Your father-George.

in the war with my son,

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