Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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Chapter 20

The moment his eyes flash red, my stomach hits the floor.

Not figuratively-I swear it literally detaches, does a nosedive, and leaves me gasping for air. I can feel the heat of whispers behind me, the curious stares and hushed murmurs from the Omegas and Seraphina. Damn it. They've definitely seen something.

I grab Enoch's wrist and tug him around the side of the building, putting as much distance between us and the peanut gallery as possible-his cock is an inch away from touching me and I know the whore within me wouldn't be able to stop.

Ugh, just stop thinking Taryn,

"What the hell was that?" I hiss, shoving him into the shadowed corner.

He blinks down at me, his face blank, but his chest rises and falls like he's just sprinted through a forest.

"Talk to me, Enoch." I glance around nervously, the knot in my stomach tightening. "Do you-are you okay? What's wrong with you?"

No answer. Just those green eyes, so wide and innocent that I almost believe I imagined the red. Almost

I slap my hands on either side of his face and force him to look at me. His skin is warm-too warm-and there's a slight tremor in his muscles. "Breathe," I say, my voice low and steady.

His nostrils flare as he takes a deep inhale, and for a second, I think we're good. Crisis averted. But then he dips his head, burying his face in my neck, and I freeze.

"Enoch," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He doesn't answer-just breathes me in, his nose skimming my skin. A shiver runs down my spine as his hands settle on my hips, pulling me closer.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath, trying not to lose my grip on reality. His closeness is overwhelming, his scent all- consuming-carthy and wild and distinctly him.

"Enoch, let go,” I say, though my voice betrays me, lacking the conviction I so desperately need right now.

Instead of letting go, he nuzzles further, his lips brushing the curve of my neck in a way that makes my breath hitch. My heart is pounding so hard I'm sure he can feel it against his chest.

I'm not sure if I want to shove him away or pull him closer.

Finally, he pulls back, but not far. His lips are barely an inch from mine, his emerald eyes dark and hungry.

“Enoch," I start, but the words catch in my throat when he leans in, his gaze flickering down to my lips.

I panic. No, no. no. I am not doing this with an amnesiac who has a child for a mind.

Before he can close the distance, I lift onto my toes and press a kiss to his forehead. "No," I whisper, barely audible, before moving to his nose and planting another kiss there.

tighten on my waist, but

This should suffice.

of disappointment in his eyes. "You're okay," I say firmly, ignoring the heat rushing to my cheeks. "But you need to calm the hell down. Whatever just

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stares at me for a

him a stern look. "Now go," I say, pointing back toward the packhouse. "And

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on me like he's memorizing every inch of my face. Then,

watch until he's out of sight,

I finally make it back to the carriage, I pause at the door, taking a moment to

Holy shit,

that was, it

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let out a breath

feral expression, is still fresh in my mind. My skin feels hot where he buried his nose against my neck, and I

Taryn," I mutter under my breath, forcing my focus

is bumpy as hell, but at least it's quiet. No obsessive Lycan pinning me down

to the bustling market, the coach doesn't even bother to open the door for

I expected him to-being an Omega means everyone assumes I'm thrilled to fend for myself. With a sigh, I push open the heavy door, the chill outside biting at

overpriced produce, and the

gave me and glance down, frowning. The damn thing is endless. She must've added half the mating ball

immediately. Not subtle glances either-full-on, open gawking. My hands tighten on the basket, the thin metal biting into my palms. I can practically hear their

Pack warriors, I know it. It was because they

like this, and people love a scandal. I can only imagine what they're saying. Is that the girl who outran the warriors? The Omega? It's

flowers. My fingers brush over some white lilies, soft and delicate, and I consider grabbing a bunch before Seraphina's sharp voice rings in my head, whining about the

"Because clearly, she's not compensating

end. Streamers, candles, specialty cloth napkins-who the hell uses cloth napkins anymo time I hit the electronics stall, I'm

Then I see it.

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with actual film. It's tucked between a bunch of overpriced gadgets, like it doesn't belong, and I can't stop myself from picking it up. It's heavier than I expected, its cool metal frame smooth under my

Enoch would love this.