Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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Chapter 29

Chapter 29

I don't move.

I don't even breathe.

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The entire dining hall has gone so silent, I can hear the faintest scrape of utensils against plates, the shifting of weight as pack members try to act like they aren't completely fixated on the shit show about to unravel in front of them. The Omegas line the perimeter like ghosts, their heads bowed, but I can feel their eyes darting toward me. Toward Kallias.

Across from me, Seraphina grips her fork like she's debating whether to stab it into the table or straight into my hand. Her knuckles are white, and I don't miss the way her nostrils flare every time Kallias turns his attention to me. Which, unfortunately, is every second.

Kallias leans in, way too close, voice sickeningly soft. "Taryn, baby, you need to eat."

I stare at the spoon hovering near my lips, piled with something mushy and unappetizing. I'd rather lick the fucking floor.

"Taryn, baby, you have to eat," Kallias coos, holding a spoonful of soup way too close to my face.

I glare at him. "I'd rather eat glass."

Murmurs ripple across the room. The Omegas standing along the walls shift on their feet, their expressions ranging from shocked to downright amused. The higher-ranked pack members, including Gamma Abel, stay silent. I swear I can hear the barely contained snickers of the lower ranks, and honestly, if I weren't the one being force-fed, I'd be entertained too.

His smile twitches. It's the same smug, practiced look he used to give me when we were together-when he could still pretend he gave a damn. "Come on, sweetheart. Just one bite."

I shift my chair back slightly, barely an inch, but the movement is noticed. Kallias's jaw flexes, and the whispers around the room pick up again. This isn't about me eating. It's about control. He wants to put on a show. To make sure everyone sees that I still belong to him, still follow his every command, even if I'm disgusted to my fucking core.

"Taryn."

I don't look at him. Instead, I glance to the right-toward Enoch.

Enoch is watching me. I can feel it. Heavy, piercing. Like if I so much as flinch the wrong way, he'll have Kallias's head on a silver platter. It's reassuring in the worst way. Because I know Kallias is pushing his luck. He always does.

Good.

Or maybe not.

The Gamma stands, murmuring something under his breath as the Alpha mind- links him. He exits, his absence making the air even heavier, as if his presence was the only thing keeping this whole dinner from going up in flames.

"Taryn," Kallias tries again, voice still sickeningly sweet. "Just one bite, yeah?"

Seraphina lets out a sharp exhale. A barely contained scoff, maybe. Kallias, however, is past amused. His smile twitches, but he doesn't let it fall. Instead, he lifts the spoon again, urging it toward my mouth.

I slap it away.

It clatters onto the plate, soup spilling across the table, and then everything stops. The murmurs, the shifting, the quiet amusement. The air turns thick, suffocating.

Kallias stills.

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Then his hand is on my face, gripping, hard. Fingers dig into my jaw, forcing it open as he picks up another spoonful of food.

My breath stills in my chest. My hands go to his wrist, pushing, shoving, nails digging into his skin. He doesn't budge.

"You are my mate," he breathes, eyes wild. "You'll cat when I say you eat."

Panic claws up my throat. My heartbeat slams against my ribs, the overwhelming scent of his rage flooding my nose.

I thrash, shoving at his chest. "You're fucking insane-"

"Kallias," Seraphina says, and for once, there's an edge of worry in her voice. "Enough."

She reaches out, her manicured nails grazing his wrist, but he shoves her off without looking. Hard.

Seraphina flies back, colliding into the wooden bar table behind her. Bottles crash, glass shatters, and a sharp cry follows.

No one moves.

For a split second, there is nothing but the sound of glass settling on the floor, Seraphina groaning, and the sharp, ragged breaths from the wolf sitting

1. me.

is

Holy shit.

second he's inches from my face, the next,

slams against the wall

Dead silence.

chair skidding back as Kallias's body crashes into the wall

time to process before a roar-deep,

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fury. His eyes are locked onto Kallias, who groans, blood trailing down his temple. The entire pack is frozen, some

This is bad.

are slowly shifting from those forest green to the same beastly ones similar to the wolf

headmaid.

they assume he's the

I say, barely above

body locked up like he's

I know-

he's seconds away from

but before I can reach him, hands clamp around my arms, yanking me back. I let out

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Omegas.

to push past them, but

too pleased for someone who

back

his expression. Something dark and ugly and

shove at the Omegas again. "Let me

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my ear, thick with satisfaction. "Kallias has been waiting for this." Her nails dig into my arm. her whisper

No.

holding me down, but they're stronger in numbers, their hands gripping my wrists, my shoulders, pinning me in place like a fucking insect. The room is a mess

chair. A heavy one. Thick wood. I see the muscles in his arms flex as he hoists it above his

turns to me. His red eyes lock onto mine. The way

he should do. Like

think. I

"Enoch! Close your eyes!"

second-just a second-I think he won't listen. That he'll

The chair comes down.

Crack.

sound is sickening. A crack, a thud,

I can't fucking breathe.

and thick, spilling from

floorboards. My ears

Kallias with his bare hands. But he listened to me. He

I'm screaming again until my voice starts to break. The Omegas' grip loosens, like even

The air changes.

the room, pressing

him

til the Gamma

in, looking like he's been watching this whole time, frozen, powerless.

him-behind him is

worse.

The Alpha.

Pack, who

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odd, but weak. His presence is suffocating, his

deep to the skin,

are sharp, predatory,

her head, fnn Kallia still high on whatever

lifts the chair

mes first, grabbing his arm, but Kaffias struggles, crazed, ready

Enoch's skull like a fucking

And there

*Kallias"

word is

whose strings just got

chair. For the first time

at him, Silent,