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!"

I just hold

"You fucking lied-"

not fighting anymore. She sags against me, her breaths ragged and uneven. Her hands curl into my shirt, and when she speaks again,

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

eyes shut. My whole fucking chest

I could stay.

I could tell her I'd rather die than leave her, that

about my throne, my past,

dead

mingle with hers, let myself take this one last moment before I

I murmur. "To keep you

sob escapes her

me here if she just holds on tight enough.

Fuck.

I break.

head tilts, and I kiss her. Not her lips-I'm not that strong. But her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, every part of her I can still claim before

I whisper, voice fucking

breath shudders. "Enoch,

the footsteps until

expect. By the

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arms, a sharp inhale escaping her lips.

her before she falls, my brain barely processing what the fuck just happened before

"You motherfucker-"

only way," he says grimly. "She would've never let

at her. Her breathing is

everything inside her is about to shatter when she wakes

one last time, memorizing the feel of her,

way she smells

"Forgive me," I murmur.

It's been three hours.

should get the fuck up and

to run before

move.

is still in my arms, her body limp from whatever the hell Kallias drugged her with. Her breath is slow, steady. Deceptively peaceful. She looks like she's dreaming of something soft, something safe. Something I'll never fucking

even though I know I have to. This is the last time

her lips part

she trusts me even after what I did. She should hate me. She

possessive bastard because even now, I want to chain

not strong enough to protect you...

through my teeth, a confession I'll never give her

awake.

Taryn is my mate.

the moment I've

found me in the forest-my

with that, comes the burden of being targeted

if I let them touch a piece of

stray tear from her cheek, and I barely hold back from

the salt and claiming

instead, my lips hovering over her forehead, and I

another

won't.

I'm about to walk into

fingers twitch against my

I freeze.

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Her fingers find my cheek, a barely there touch that scorches me to my

looking at

sleep drags her back under before she

mercy

pull away, every muscle in my body screaming to stay,

name. At least then I'd know

bed. She doesn't stir. I swear,

away, but not before I do

memorize her. Every inch of her face. The way her lashes