Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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Chapter 50

ENOCH

It all started in the woods.

The smell of damp earth, the sting of my own blood, the way my body felt like it had been ripped apart and sewn back together with barbed wire. I should've died there. Probably would've, if not for her.

Taryn Sinclair.

This stubborn, infuriating, reckless little Omega who should've run the second she saw me but didn't. She pulled me out of the dirt instead, dragged me into her world, and for the first time in my cursed life. I let myself believe in something

other than vengeance.

But I remember now.

I remember everything. Who I am. Who she is. Who the fuck is coming for her.

And if I don't leave-she dies

I fucking hate it. Every part of me rebels against it, against the thought of walking away, but I don't have a choice.

Even if it destroys her.

Even if it destroys me.

Even if-

"You're lying to me."

She hisses, sharp enough to cut skin. I barely have time to brace myself before she turns on me, eyes blazing, betrayal bleeding into every sharp breath.

My fingers curl into fists at my sides, but I don't say a word.

Not because I don't want to.

But because if I do, I'll fucking break.

"You knew," she accuses, shoving at my chest. I don't move. She does it again, harder this time, her voice cracking. "You knew this whole time, didn't you? You fucking remembered-*

"Taryn," Kallias warns, stepping forward, thinking he can calm her down. Idiot.

"Shut the fuck up!" she snaps at him, turning on him so fast he actually takes a step back. I'd laugh if this wasn't a goddamn nightmare. "You knew, too, didn't you? Both of you-"

"He did it to protect you," Kallias says evenly.

"Bullshit."

Her voice shakes. Her whole fucking body shakes, as though she's holding herself together with nothing but anger and desperation. And I let her believe that's all jt is. I let her rage, let her shove me again, let her think I don't fucking care. Because the truth...

The truth would fucking kill her.

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"You're taking him from me," she whispers, and that's the part that shatters me. Not the anger. Not the fists.

This.

"You're ripping him away, and you think that's protection?"

1 barely see her move before she lunges at Kallias. He catches her wrists easily, blocking every wild swing, his face an unreadable mask. But she's not stopping. She's blind with fury, with heartbreak, and for one second, I let her fight. I let her burn.

Then I catch her.

Her body slams into mine, thrashing, fists beating against my chest. But I don't let go. I wrap my arms around her like a steel fucking cage, like I can hold her together through sheer force alone.

"Let me go!" she screams. "You lied to me!"

don't say anything. I just hold her

"You fucking lied-"

and then suddenly, she's not fighting anymore. She sags against me, her breaths ragged

"Please... don't leave me.'

My

I could stay.

could tell her the truth. I could tell her I'd rather

fuck about my throne, my past,

dead within

instead, I let my forehead drop against hers, let my breath mingle with hers, let myself take this

to," I murmur.

sob escapes her

she can keep me here if she just holds on tight enough. "I

Fuck.

I break.

kiss her. Not her lips-I'm not that strong. But her temple, her cheek, the corner of

whisper,

breath shudders. "Enoch,

the footsteps until it's

fast. Faster than I expect. By the

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sharp inhale

what the fuck just happened before I see the cloth in Kallias's

"You motherfucker-"

was the only way," he says grimly. "She

her. Her breathing is slow, steady. Her face is

inside her is about to shatter

forehead to hers one last time, memorizing

way she smells

"Forgive me," I murmur.

It's been three hours.

should get the

run before she wakes

move.

Her breath is slow, steady. Deceptively peaceful. She

This is the last time I'll hold

deserve this. Her. The way her lips

even after what I did. She

a selfish, possessive bastard because even now, I want to chain her to

enough to

a confession I'll never give

awake.

Taryn is my mate.

the moment I've reversed back

first time she found me in the forest-my

the soon to be Queen. And with that, comes the burden of being targeted by people I've ruined,

I let them touch a piece of

her cheek, and I barely hold back

mouth against her skin, from tasting the salt and claiming

down instead, my lips hovering over her forehead, and I breathe her in

another chance. Because

won't.

and I'm about

twitch against my

I freeze.

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fingers find my cheek, a barely there touch that scorches

looking at me.

her back under

like a fucking mercy

muscle in my body screaming to stay,

my fucking name. At least then I'd

bed. She doesn't stir. I swear, if

clenches as I turn away, but

face. The way her lashes