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, he's

body slams against the wall

Dead silence.

chair skidding back as Kallias's body crashes into the

have time to process before a roar-deep, guttural, otherworldly-rips through the

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pure, unrestrained fury. His eyes are locked onto Kallias, who groans, blood trailing down his temple. The entire pack is frozen, some already inching toward the exit, others whispering in hushed, urgent

This is bad.

those forest green to the same

headmaid.

not if they assume he's the murderer for having

barely

entire body locked up like he's seconds away from

I know-

he's seconds away from losing

my arms, yanking me back. I let out

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Omegas.

go to push past them, but

looking far too pleased for someone who just ate shit against a bar. "Stay out of

back at the

There's something wrong in his expression. Something dark and ugly and years in the

shove at the Omegas again. "Let me

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

No.

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

up a chair. A heavy one. Thick wood. I see the muscles in his arms

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

should do. Like I'm the only thing

think.

"Enoch! Close your eyes!"

he won't listen. That he'll fight. That he'll tear through those warriors like the

The chair comes down.

Crack.

sickening. A crack,

I can't fucking breathe.

dark and thick, spilling from his head

into the floorboards. My ears ring,

He could have fought back. He could have killed Kallias with his bare hands. But

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

The air changes.

through the room, pressing

him at

til the Gamma

in, looking like he's been watching this whole

him

worse.

The Alpha.

the Riverstone Pack, who never fucking

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presence is suffocating, his expression

the lines of age carved, deep to the skin, tan the eye they

They are

instantly, frawing her head, fnn Kallia still high on whatever power

lifts the chair

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

Enoch's skull

And there

*Kallias"

single word is soft.

stiffens like a puppet whose strings just got yanked.

the first time in his arrogant, self- righteous life,

at