Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

CHAPTER 124

"Don't move, don't breathe, don't get found."

I count each footstep as though they're fucking grenades.

One. Two. Three.

Jacob's boots drag against the hardwood, slow like he knows someone's holding their breath inside this goddamn cabinet. And that someone's me.

My knees are cramping. My spine's pressed so hard against the back wall, I swear I'm becoming furniture. I try not to think about how loud my heartbeat is, or how much I have to pee. I hate hiding. I'm not built for it. I'm not a fucking shadow. I'm flesh and blood and dumb-ass mistakes wearing overpriced Italian boots.

The knob of the cabinet twitches.

Fuck. This is it. This is how I die. Hunted down in a Milan conference room like a rat in a desk drawer. What a legacy.

But then-

"Excuse me,” Seraphina's voice cuts through the air, sharp and sugary. Like a knife dipped in honey. "I think the woman you' re looking for was just spotted on the ground floor."

Her heels click into the room like she owns it-and yeah, technically, she kind of does now. Secretary to the CEO. Sleek, silver badge. Designer pencil skirt. Smile like she could sell your soul and you'd say thank you.

Jacob stops. I can feel it-like the whole goddamn cabinet sighs with me.

"And you are?" he asks.

"Seraphina Grimaldi," she replies without missing a beat, bowing just enough to pass for polite but not submissive. "I believe the CEO mentioned that your... high status deserves nothing less than exceptional conduct."

Bitch is a chameleon. A power-dressed savior with good lighting.

Then the creak of leather as Jacob adjusts his stance. I imagine him squinting at her, probably running mental diagnostics. She's lying. She knows it. I know it. He probably knows it. But he

the ground floor?"

smoothly. "Blonde,

rest of the search team, their

I count to thirty,

the

lips curling

stumble out, rubbing my knees, wincing. "You try

soul out through a conference room

how many NDAs I'm going to

owe you gelato and

She smooths her skirt and glances at her watch.

war. I trail behind like a half-dead soldier dragging a baby-sized secret inside me. And yeah. That

the glass doorway and does this subtle, smug wink at the woman behind the desk. It's the kind of wink that says this one's under my protection, so don't fuck it up. The HR lady straightens her

her hands. "Please, take a

hard. The air's cold. There's a

she says, tapping her keyboard. "It says here you're referred

York. He offered me this opportunity after reviewing

background

My heartbeat thuds a

pack reforms, some corporate corruption.

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true. Just... don't

eyes a little but nods. "What's your

biased. What matters is if your facts are

piece someone who's exploiting Omegas just because they have a title. I write the

at the screen. Then at Seraphina's wink echoing in her