Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King novel Chapter 41

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The first thing I notice is the cold. 

Not the damp kind that clings to your skin like a second layer, but the biting, marrow–deep chill of iron shackles around my wrists. My arms ache from being held above my head, my shoulders pulled at an unnatural angle I’m surprised it hasn’t been broken yet. 

My head throbs in time with my pulse, and when I breathe in, the air is gooey with the scent of rot and mildew, Wherever the hell I am now, it’s underground, that’s for sure. 

I slowly look around, trying to find something that could tell me exactly how far I am from the pack. The only source of light comes from a weak lantern in the far corner of the room, its flickering glow is casting distorted shadows along the rough stone walls. Shit,t this is not going to work. 

The silence is suffocating–until I hear it. The unsteady, shallow breathing just a few feet away. 

I turn my head, and my stomach drops. Holy shit. 

Seraphina. 

It’s freaking Seraphina. They took her too. 

She’s slumped against the opposite wall, looking like she got dragged through hell backward–her usually pristine dress is ripped at the hem, her hair hangs in tangles, and a thin trail of blood runs from a gash on her temple. Well at least she’s conscious, or barely. She’s going to fucking kill me for dragging her on this. 

I know for a fact she’s absolutely got nothing going on with Enoch being targeted. 

But when she meets my gaze, the venom in her glare is enough to cut steel, even more so, through me. 

She opens her mouth and then winces most likely from the coursing headache from her bleeding forehead. And then, of course, the first words out of her mouth are, 

“This is your fault.” 

My shoulders sag in relief, somehow expecting that from her. I let out a breathy, humorless laugh. “Oh, please. How do you figure that? You were the one screaming like a banshee last night, not me.” 

Seraphina scoffs, but it lacks her usual smugness. She looks away from me and surveying the place around as well. “If you hadn’t brought that stray mutt into our pack, none of this would be happening!” She hisses. I bite the inside of my cheek. I’ve grown fond of Enoch but it doesn’t change the fact that out lives turned a 360 degrees when he stepped in. 

But I don’t let her know that. 

“Right. Because you’re so important they kidnapped you over some ‘stray mutt.‘ Face it, princess–this isn’t about me. Someone’s sending a message, and you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” I tighten my hands into fists, the metal cuffs biting into my skin. 

Her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t argue. Which tells me everything. She’s just as scared as I am. 

The door creaks open. 

A gust of freezing air rushes in, making my exposed skin break out in goosebumps. A tall figure steps insic the slow, fucking confidence of someone who knows they have the upper hand. A hood obscures most of L don’t need to see it to know what they are. 

It’s a rogue. 

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His arms are exposed and layers after layers of scars adorn it, which tells me it’s not the first time he most likely had someone in this underground kidnapped and… I don’t want to say it, but maybe killed. 

The scent is unmistakable–wild, unwashed, tinged with something metallic. Blood. It’s fucking blood. 

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The rogue takes a few lazy steps forward before crouching in front of me. He tilts his head as though I’m some interesting puzzle they’re trying to figure out.. 

“You’re the one protecting him, aren’t you?” He questions, almost amused. I don’t need to ask who, I know exactly who he means. “The Lycan King.” 

Enoch. 

A chill rakes down my spine, but I keep my face blank. I don’t know how much they actually know and I’m not about to give them anything they don’t. 

So I say nothing. 

The rogue smirks cynically, as though they expected my silence. They turn to Seraphina next who momentarily flinches but still tries to act tough, his eyes raking over her with blatant disinterest. 

“And you the Alpha’s son spoiled little pet. There’s actually no use for you. You’re just extra weight I caught to get her.” He nods at me. 

Seraphina’s eyes shakes, the first real crack in her bravado. And I hate that I notice it. I hate that the same fear clawing at my chest is mirrored in her expression. 

This shit is fucked, man. 

“There’s one way you can get out this, actually.” He mutters. The rogue leans in, their voice dropping to something almost conspiratorial. “Give up the Lycan, little Omega. And maybe you’ll get out of this alive.” 

Really? Ha! 

I do the first thing that comes to mind, I spit in their face. 

The moment the glob of spit lands, the rogue stills. A heartbeat of silence passes. And then- 

“Ah!” I hiss. 

Pain explodes across my cheek as they slap me hard enough to snap my head to the side. My lip splits, the taste of blood flooding my mouth. My breath shudders, but I lift my head slowly, staring at them through the strands of hair falling over my face. 

And I smile. 

Because if they’re already resorting to violence, it means I got under their skin. And that’s a good fucking start. 

The bastard is still smirking at me. As if he won something. 

I taste blood on my tongue, warm and metallic, sliding down my throat from where his slap split my lip. My cheek stings, a slow throb radiating through my skull, but I don’t react. Not the way he wants me to, at least. 

Instead, I tilt my head, spit again–this time just onto the ground between us–and flash him a bloody grin. 

“That all you got?” I murmur. It’s gonna take a whole lot more to break me. 

His smirk twitches. Good. 

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“Feisty little Omega.” He tuts, grabbing my chin between two fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You’ll bend soon enough” 

I let out a breathy chuckle, ignoring the way my jaw aches from his grip. “Yeah? You sure about that? Because you smell like you haven’t bathed since the fucking Dark Ages, and if anyone’s bend, it’s gonna be you–into a goddamn river for a bath, 1 

mutter. 

Sometimes, the devil really do sit back and admires my work. 

“You think you’re funny?” His grip tightens, nails digging into my skin. 

I smirk at him, staring at whatever eyes I’m staring. I can’t really see. “I think you should get a breath mint.” 

The rogue exhales sharply through his nose, lets me go, and stands to his full height. “We’ll see how much fight you have left. after a few more days in here.” 

And just like that, he turns and leaves. 

The heavy door slams shut behind him, the sound echoing through the damp, rotting cell. I wait, listening to his footsteps fade down the corridor before finally slumping back against the stone wall. 

My wrists burn where the shackles cut into them. My shoulders ache. I want to move, stretch, do something–but the wolfsbane in the cuffs keeps me weak. It’s keeping me useless. 

A groan from across the room makes me glance up. 

Seraphina is watching me, her arms wrapped tightly around her midsection as though she’s holding herself together. I won’t be surprised if she is. Her face is pale, sweat beads on her forehead, and there’s something in her expression that I almost- almost–mistake for admiration. 

“You’re fucking insane,” she mutters, looking away. 

I snort. “Took you this long to figure that out?” 

She exhales sharply, looking away. “I don’t get you.” 

“Yeah, well, that makes two of us,” I say, shifting against the wall. “But I do get one thing.” 

Seraphina raises an eyebrow, waiting. 

“They want the Lycan King,” I say. “They think I know where he is. But let me tell you something–if that man is the actual king, then these dumbasses are either the bravest sons of bitches alive… or the stupidest.” 

Seraphina doesn’t respond immediately. She just stares, as if she’s seeing something she doesn’t know what to do with. 

Then she exhales through her nose, tilting her head back against the stone. “Yeah. I was thinking the same thing.” 

Time blurs. 

Maybe hours pass. Maybe days. There’s no way to tell in this pit. 

At some point, I try everything–twisting my wrists, shifting my weight, even gnawing at the cuffs like some rabid animal. But absolutely nothing works. 

Seraphina is quiet, too quiet, and when I glance at her again, I realize she’s shaking. Which might be shocking for a bitch like her, if haven’t been stuck in here for goddess knows how long. 

“You’re panicking,” I say. 

She glares at me and shifts to the side, trying to to hide it, “I am not.” 

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“Oh, really? Then why are you shaking?” I murmur. 

Seraphina exhales harshly. “Because I’m thinking, Sinclair. Something you clearly don’t do often the hires Bark. I roll my eyes. I’d argue, but the truth is–we do need to think. And fast. 

And then- 

The door creaks open. 

I tense immediately, all muscles locking in my body as two rogues step inside. What are they- 

They go for Seraphina first. Shit. 

“Wh–what… what are you guys doing?” She screams as they begin to key her chains out, while the other one pulls her off the ground. “No! No!” 

I pull on my own chains, trying to stand up and chase after them. “Let her go, you fuckers!” I scream to the top of my lungs but they don’t respond. “Seraphina!” I call.