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.

mind about ruling beside a different kind of Alpha..." he says, voice just above

The dangerous kind. The kind that reminds him I'm not the

anymore.

You blew it.

laugh, but something about the way his eyes linger on me makes

Not because I'm scared.

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

we used to cry over are now nothing more than past tense. A "used to be." A ghost in a

attention. Zoe appears beside me in heels

it," she says, kissing my cheek. "Duty calls. I'll

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the sea of suits

I exhale, alone again.

the

Always the fucking murmurs.

"She planned this event?"

She even seduced the King

She's got the King

you think she even knows what she's

"She doesn't belong here."

I hear every word.

Every venom-dipped syllable.

through worse. Had worse thrown at me-rocks,

These noble wolves who wouldn't know what real pain looked like if it slapped them across their over-powdered

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

They don't.

Of course they don't.

Until-

know before the night ends." We all turn

the King is. It's Enoch.

fucking floor goes still at

in the air. As if the molecules shift to make room

The Alpha King.

The myth. The dead man walking who just burned every whispered rumor to the ground by showing up in the flesh, wrapped in a black-on-black suit like sin decided to

beside the council elders on the raised

it slams into mine as a

then he says it. Loud. Clear.

me and nods, signaling for me to come up the dais with him.. "She is the last living

My lungs seize.

across the marble walls. Dresses rustle. Councilmen pale. One of them visibly chokes on air like the words are too sacrilegious

thought to be dead," one mutters. Pretty sure he

been dying to watch this trainwreck for months. His grin could

Enoch hears it.

feral. "She won't replace anyone. She'll rule beside

Fuck.

might as well have its own percussion section. Is that my rib cage?

on me like they're

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

"Taryn Lancaster, my queen-"

"Wait."

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blurt it like it's being yanked

He stills.

Gasps. Whispers. A few nobles

spit in the

not trembling. I thought it would

with all these eyes on me,

I fucking rise.

need to