Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

CHAPTER 116

CHAPTER 116

Of course it's him.

Kallias fucking Morrigan.

The second I turn around, I already know. It's the scent-like cedar and

arrogance—and the way my skin goes prickly, like my body still remembers every fight, every kiss, every betrayal.

He looks good. Too good. That kind of good that makes you want to punch a mirror just to stop yourself from looking

twice.

Navy tux. Crisp. Jawline sharp enough to gut a deer. And that smirk-God, that smirk-same as the one he used to wear when he'd sneak into my room and say I was his secret.

"Found you," he says, low and smooth like whiskey, and I hate that I still remember how his voice used to sound when he whispered my name.

I blink, giving him my best you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look. “What, did you

crawl here from Riverstone just to make things awkward?"

"You look... different," he says, gaze sliding over me like I'm a fucking museum exhibit.

I raise a brow. "Yeah, well. Trauma has a way of turning Omegas into bombs."

He huffs a breath, something between a laugh and a sigh. "Where's your shadow? Seraphina? Don't tell me she's still clinging to your ankles."

Kallias shakes his head, smirk twisting a little sad now. "We split. She's actually working now. Secretary to some CEO in the North. She always did love order."

"She was good at color-coding. And at being a backstabbing manipulative bitch," I say, smiling sweetly.

He chuckles. "Still sharp."

"And you?" I ask. "Let me guess. Finally got that Alpha title you were jerking yourself over back when we were nineteen?"

"Riverstone's mine now," he says, tipping his glass toward me. "No more Alpha's son. Just Alpha. Official and all."

"Congrats," I say, and mean it, weirdly. "Bet the wolves are thrilled."

He doesn't reply. Just watches me like I'm some puzzle piece he used to own but can't figure out how it fits anymore.

"You really do look different," he murmurs.

I tilt my chin, already bored of this. "I look like a queen."

He smiles, and it's not cocky this time. Just... reflective. "Not yet crowned. But I'm good at predicting things."

The room's heat shifts. I feel it before I see it.

That invisible string pulling tight from across the ballroom. That unmistakable

weight in the air, like the forest right before a

storm.

I know he's watching.

don't even have to look. I can feel the heat of it burning into my neck.

I grab the glass from Kallias's hand-on purpose, slow and deliberate-and sip. Champagne. Cheap. Not worth the calories.

He leans in, close enough I can smell his cologne. Expensive. Desperate.

different kind of Alpha..." he says, voice just above a whisper,

Not the sweet kind. The dangerous kind. The kind that reminds him I'm not the girl who begged him to

anymore.

had your chance. You

the way his eyes linger on me makes

Not because I'm scared.

me remembers. How stupid I was. How much I believed he'd be the

over are now nothing more than past tense. A

flash of blonde hair pulls my attention. Zoe appears beside me

says, kissing my cheek. "Duty calls. I'll be back before

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disappears into the sea of suits

I exhale, alone again.

the

Always the fucking murmurs.

"She planned this event?"

She even seduced the

vicious woman. She's got the King wrapped around her

you think she even knows

"She doesn't belong here."

I hear every word.

Every venom-dipped syllable.

through worse. Had

what real pain looked like if it slapped them

past them slow, holding my chin up high. Spine straight. Each step daring

They don't.

Of course they don't.

Until-

something I want you all to know before

the King is. It's Enoch. All

fucking floor

if the molecules shift to make room for him. It really doesn't make any sense to me that the

The Alpha King.

the ground by showing up in the flesh, wrapped in a black-on-black suit like sin decided to dress

council elders on

silence, until it slams

says it. Loud. Clear. And with

you're talking about all night... is not just an Omega." He turns to me and nods, signaling for me to come up the dais with him.. "She is the last living descendant of the Lancaster

My lungs seize.

walls. Dresses rustle. Councilmen pale. One of them visibly chokes on air like the words

line was thought to be dead," one mutters. Pretty sure he just pissed

watch this trainwreck for months. His grin could slice egos. Another noble, whispering way

Enoch hears it.

smile is feral. "She won't replace anyone. She'll

Fuck.

this. My chest might as well have its own percussion section. Is

on me like

me, and I already know what's coming. His jaw ticks, voice thick like honey and

"Taryn Lancaster, my queen-"

"Wait."

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it like it's being yanked out

He stills.

ballroom reacts in layers. Gasps. Whispers.

spit in the holy

hand. It's not trembling. I thought it would be. I thought I would

this pressure, with all these eyes on me,

I fucking rise.

that... I need to show