Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33 

Kallias‘ grip is a fucking vice. 

I thrash, kick, claw at anything I can reach, but his hold doesn’t loosen. He carries me like I’m a goddamn sack of potatoes, my stomach pressing against his shoulder as he strides through the packhouse halls. My vision is still spinning from being torn away from Enoch, but it doesn’t stop the rage burning in my gut. 

“Put me the fuck down!” I thrash, my fists hammering against his spine. I don’t care that people are watching, that whispers are bleeding into the hallway like a gas leak, 

“Is that the Omega?” 

“Why is Kallias carrying her?” 

“This is unacceptable,” 

Oh, eat shit. 

I twist, smacking a fist against Kallias‘ back–solid, unfortunately. Not as muscled as Enoch’s, though. Enoch, who also once carried me like this, but not out of some twisted sense of control–no, he was dragging me away from danger. I hit Kallias again, harder, and he growls in warning. 

“I swear to the fucking Moon Goddess, Kallias, if you don’t put me down, I will puke all over your back.” 

“Why the fuck are you like this?!” I snarl, digging my nails into his back. 

“You’re not going back to that dungeon.” His voice is clipped, hard, like he’s holding back something. “Not after what I just saw,” 

“What you just saw?” I snap. “What you saw was me trying to wake Enoch up before you ripped me away! You-” 

A familiar voice cuts in, dripping in faux concern. 

“What’s going on here?” 

Just as Kallias reaches the staircase–Seraphina steps in front of us, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her arms. 

“What the hell is going on?” she demands, voice sweet like poison. 

Kallias doesn’t slow down. “Not now, Seraphina.” 

Her eyes dart to me, hanging upside down like a possessed bat, and something ugly twists in her expression. “You’re Carrying her?” 

Kallias‘ wolf pulses beneath his voice, “Move.” 

For once in her miserable life, she listens. 

Kallias continues up the stairs, each step jostling my ribs against his shoulder, until we reach his room. Then, he throws me. 

Literally. 

I hit his mattress with a bounce, gasping as I scramble upright. 

I don’t hesitate. I leap off the bed and make a break for it–only for his arm to slam against the doorfram ting off my 

escape.. 

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Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. 

“I already accepted your rejection,” I snap, glaring up at him. “Whatever fucking bond we had? It’s gone. There is nothing tying me to you anymore, and you sure as hell have no right to-” 

“The bond doesn’t matter,” he growls. “The Goddess still chose us” 

I let out a humorless laugh. “Oh, the same Goddess who let you fuck Seraphina six ways to Sunday? That Goddew?” 

Silence. His lips press together, but I see it–the flicker of guilt before he schools his expression. 

“You’re not leaving this room,” he says, voice firm. “Not until I say so.” 

I stare at him. 

Then I laugh, because what else is there to do when your ex–boyfriend pulls a lock–her–in–the–tower move like some deranged villain? 

I step closer, incredulous. “You’re fucking joking.” 

Kallias doesn’t answer. He turns, heading for the door. 

“Kallias.” I follow him. “Don’t you fucking-” 

The door shuts in my face. The lock clicks. 

I stand there, seething. 

I could scream. Punch something. Throw his stupid, overpriced Alpha son furniture out the goddamn window. 

Speaking of windows- 

-I whirl, stalking toward it. 

I whirl around, scanning the room. My eyes land on the window. 

Fifth floor. 

Yeah, no. That’s not happening. 

Outside, the packhouse yard is bustling with movement, pack members rushing in one direction. My stomach twists. The pack stadium. Where the Alpha holds his sick, gladiator–style fights for entertainment. 

pit lodges in my throat. 

I need to get the fuck out of here. 

I spin toward the door, taking a deep breath, then march to it. Knocking once, I lean close, voice dripping with fake sweetness. “Hey, guys. Bathroom break?” 

The guards don’t even hesitate, the other one even snorting at my pathetic excuse. “There’s a bathroom in every master bedroom. You don’t need to leave.” 

Fucking hell. 

“Right, but—” I widen my eyes, pretending to look horrified. “I think the toilet’s broken.” 

Neither of them look convinced. 

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Silence, 

I groan, flopping against the door. “I hate you! 

More silence. 

Alright. Plan B. 

I raule the doorknob, just to see if maybe the verse wants to do wasid & don’t for wete 

Plan C? 

I glance around, eyes landing on the massive, floor–to–ceiling window, 

Fifth floor. Not ideal. But I’ll be damned if I let Kallias lock me up like some more 

I stride to the window, pressing my hands against the glass, Yelow, the braces of a wow seeds, synas za sady 

within reach. 

I exhale, steadying myself, 

Fuck it, 

I’m climbing down. 

*** 

Three hours, 

That’s how long I’ve been knotting Kallias’s precious clothes together, twisting them to a makeshifrore sunty enough to hold my weight. I might be an Omega, but I refuse to die looking like a fucking idiot splattered on the ground because [] trusted a silk shirt to keep me alive. 

If I survive this, it’s going in my memoir, 

My arms ache, my fingers throb, but the rope is finally long enough. Or at least, I hope it is. It’s not like I can test it by tossing a watermelon out the window and hoping for the best 

Taking a deep breath, I secure it to the thickest part of the bedpost, giving it one final, desperate tug. The fabric holt. My stomach does not. There is no part of me that is prepared to dangle stories above the ground like some deranged action hero, but the alternative? Staying here? Being Kallias‘ pathetic, rejected ex? No, thanks. 

I peek outside. The guards Kallias stationed at the door are still whining about how they’re missing the fight. 

“The only damn ones standing here while everyone else gets to watch,” one of them grumble 

The other huffs. “Alpha son’s orders, man. We can’t just- 

“Yeah, yeah. Still bullshit.” 

Perfect. They’re too busy bitching to notice me. 

I take a deep breath, grab the knotted rope, and throw it out the window. The fabric unravels in the night, swaying slightly in the breeze. My stomach twists. 

Heights and I? Not the best of friends. My wolf might love running through the woods, but she sure tree–climbing, let alone cliff–diving. 

ell wasn’t built for 

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