Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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Chapter 23

Chapter 23

The air is buzzing with energy as the Mating Pall finally kicks off. This shit is barely starting and I'm already exhausted. The hall is dripping with elegance- golden chandeliers throwing a warm glow over the sea of expensive dresses, silk ties, and overly polished smiles

It clearly differs from my simple black dress and apron that scream. Omega on fucking duty.

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1 dodge a group of giggling she wolves, balancing a tray of champagne flutes as I walk through the crowd. My feet ache from running around all day, and my patience is thinner than the fake smiles plastered on Seraphina's face.

"Lea" I call at one of the Omegas stationed by the dessert table. "Can you fix the arrangement over there? The guests-* She cuts me off with a sharp laugh. "Seraphina didn't say anything about fixing it, so no, thanks."

I blink at her, momentarily stunned by the audacity. Im not asking. I'm telling you"

"And I'm telling you," she snaps back, dripping with smugness, that I don't take orders from you. You're not Seraphina. you're not the leader of the planning team anymore"

Of course. Because why would they bother respecting me when Seraphina's shadow is always looming over everything I try to do? Fucking actual bitch.

I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to chuck the tray at her head. "Fine. Leave it then. When the head maid finds out-

The mention of the head maid makes her flinch, but she recovers quickly, shrugging as if she doesn't care. I suppress a sigh and move on, but something nags at the back of my mind.

Where is the head maid?

The thought sticks with me as I make my way toward the ballroom entrance, scanning the crowd. My eyes catch on Kallias and Seraphina near the dance floor. She's clinging to his arm almost like a leech, her laugh loud and fake enough to make me cringe.

Then, Kallias looks up.

His eyes lock on me, and for a second, I swear the entire room goes quiet.

"Taryn." He mutters my name and starts walking toward me, shrugging off Seraphina's grip. Oh no.

She scowls, clearly unamused, but doesn't follow him.

I don't have time for this. I turn on my heel, ready to disappear into the kitchen, but his hand closes around my wrist before I take two steps. Goddamnit.

"Taryn, wait." His voice is soft, but his grip is firm.

I glance at him, my heart sinking at the look on his face. Concern, guilt, and something else I don't care enough to name.

"Kallias," I say, keeping my tone as neutral as possible. "What do you want?"

"You disappeared," he says, his voice low. "After the infirmary-I didn't see you. Are you... okay?"

My chest tightens with annoyance. Now he cares?

trying to pull

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and there's venom in his tone. "That

off. "Take me away from you? Kallias, I'm not yours. I never

a second, and I take the opportunity to pull

ritual," he says, his voice

doesn't need to be official. I accepetd your rejection without another word." My voice is sharp, and

feel all the curious eyes from the crowd. Whispers ripple through the room as people realize

be good for the tabloids

shoulder, his eyes darting to Seraphina, who's already moving to distract the

hand darts out, grabbing my arm again. “Come

"What-?"

can protest, he pulls me through the crowd, ignoring the stares and whispers as he drags me

stop,” I hiss, trying to wrench my arm free. "You're

cool night air hits me as we step outside, and I stumble slightly when he finally lets go. The balcony is quiet, far enough from the ballroom that

hell is wrong with you?" I snap, rounding on

he says simply, his voice strained. "You're what's

at him, dumbfounded. "That's not my

rogue come between us!" His voice rises,

suddenly hyperaware of how close

doing this all over again. It

him harder than I expected, and for a moment, he just stands there, his hands clenching and unclenching

wind sweeps through the balcony. I shiver, but I don't move. It's going to

me, his eyes darkening and my pulse hasten

skin sting. His eyes are

slightly as if I need the words hammered into my skull. "You've always been mine. No one-not even that bastard Enoch-is going to take you away. Do you hear

shoulders, trying to break free, but his hold only tightens.

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might explode.

low and steady, though every nerve in my body is screaming at me to knee him in the groin. I honestly would if he's going

father took you in when no one else would,

fire I have long buried

going rigid under his hands. The world tilts

nearly stumble. Kallias doesn't miss a beat, taking my silence as some

right," he says, his tone softening, almost coaxing now. "You

doing. The sharp crack echoes in the cool night air, and Kallias staggers back, his hand

chin. He wipes it away with

What the fuck?

to do this," I snap, shaking with barely-- contained fury. "You don't get to act like you care

shaky step back, my chest heaving as the words spill