Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 62

Chapter 62

The bitch smirks like she's already won.

I want to claw that smile straight off her face and shove it down her surgically enhanced throat

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My pulse thrums in my earshot, thick, deafening drowning out the clinking of champagne glasses and the low murot of gossip and the press swirling around the area. The air reeks of expensive perfume and wealth-artificial, offering

It makes me want to gag

I should turn around. 1 should walk away. This isn't why I came here. I came here for a fitting-not to self-destruct in front of half the werewolf aristocracy like some pathetic little Omega who never learned how to keep her damn heart locked oy where it belongs-I already did that.

But then she speaks.

"Oh? Not a fan, then?"

Her voice is silk wrapped around barbed wire-soft, sweet, and designed to cut deep. The way she's looking at me-head tilted, lips curved into that razor-sharp smirk-it's fucking deliberate. She knows exactly what she's doing,

Baiting me.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood,

Don't react.

Don't give her the satisfaction.

"You looked like you recognized him," she purrs, circling me like a snake. "Maybe you've seen him in your dreams?"

The crowd shifts, eyes flicking toward us-sensing the tension thickening in the air.

I can feel Zoe's panicked stare burning into the back of my head from somewhere

behind me. I hear her faint, horrified whisper.

"Taryn-just ignore her. Walk away."

I should.

I fucking should.

But I don't.

My mouth is already moving before I can stop it. I saved Enoch, it was me he falls

onto when he lost his memories. I'm the woman he likes.

"I don't need to dream about him." I bite back low, steady-coiled tight like a

goddamn wire about to snap. "He already belongs to me."

Her smirk flickers. Just for a second. Barely noticeable.

But I fucking see it.

A ripple goes through the crowd-soft gasps, hushed whispers. Someone chuckles under their breath.

Shit.

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The bitch's smile stretches wider.

"Oh, darling..." she purrs, brushing a platinum blonde curl off her shoulder. "That's adorable."

I want to rip her throat out with my teeth.

Instead, I lift my chin higher, swallowing the jagged lump rising in my throat.

He's watching.

I can feel him.

Even if I can't see him, I know he's there. I've always known when he's near-like some sick, twisted magnetic pull buried deep under my skin.

I glance past her-just for a second-my gaze locking onto the tall, brooding figure standing across the room.

Enoch.

He's still exactly how I remember him-towering and lethal in a tailored black suit, broad shoulders cutting through the crowd like a goddamn storm. His face is carved from granite-sharp jaw, high cheekbones, forest green eyes flicking over the room like he's already memorized every single threat in it.

Those eyes...

The same ones that used to pin me to the mattress in the dark and make me forget how fucking broken I was.

The same ones that used to look at me like I was his.

Now they skim right over me-like I'm just some random nobody taking up space in his perfect new life.

Like I never even fucking happened.

Something inside me cracks wide open-hot, violent, ugly.

I feel it bubble up to the surface-twisting through my ribs, clawing at the back of

my throat. That stupid, reckless hope still clinging on by its bloody fingernails.

Say something, Enoch.

Do something.

But he doesn't move.

Doesn't blink.

Doesn't even fucking see me.

I don't realize I've taken a step forward until Lady Botox Barbie shifts into my

path-blocking me like she knows exactly where I was going.

"You actually believe that, don't you?" she coos.

Her smile sharpens, voice dropping low enough that only I can hear.

"Poor little Omega... still clinging to fairytales."

My stomach twists.

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Violent. Vicious.

I fucking hate her.

she is, but I hate every perfect

she leans

hate that

hate that I

like a dumb little punching bag,

of my own

But most of all-

hate that

I'm pathetic.

I'm still clinging.

for him

not going

Not now.

Not ever.

is cold, brittle-cracking around the edges.

she wasn't expecting

step closer-until we're practically nose to

you think I'm going to stand here and let some trophy wife with too much filler and a fucking trust fund talk down to me... you really don't know who the fuck you're

Her smile flickers.

There it is.

the perfect,

see

clicking faster-like sharks circling for

Celeste's eyes narrow.

she murmurs. "You're embarrassing

me," I hiss back.

nostrils flare, but she doesn't

lean in, voice

"I dare you

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I think she's going to walk

second, I think

Then-

SLAP

like a fucking gunshot-sharp, hot pain

my cheek.

a step,

echo through the crowd. Flashes explode

taste blood on my tongue-metallic

But I don't move.

I don't flinch.

I just smile.

she can break me

hasn't been paying

my gaze

Enoch is still watching.

lock across the room-forest green

brutal second, I swear I see something flicker behind

mask.

Recognition.

Regret.

Mine.

But then it's gone.

He looks away.

me. That's the

steps closer, her perfume choking the air between

lesson," she whispers,

my chest-splintering into

won't let her

any of

swallow down the lump in my

corner of

same thing to

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Her eyes flicker.

Yeah.

I

cameras click faster, the crowd pressing

vultures circling fresh meat.

hisses somewhere behind

"Taryn, stop-"

But I can't stop.

Not now.

Not when he's watching.

piece of me

him

bleed like I am

wider-blood staining

the first

"Ah!"

Everything goes crazy

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the joke of

the good kind,

kind.

sorry ass to work the next day, my name is already headlining gossip columns as though I'm some kind of deranged

OMEGA ATTACKS LADY CELESTE IN A

CLAIMS THE ALPHA KING BELONGS

JOURNALIST EMBARRASSES HERSELF IN

don't know who the fuck is running the werewolf media machine, but they deserve a Pulitzer for making me sound like

is that the only

headlines that nobody

guillotine. Every time the doors open on another floor! feel the

the time I make it to

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Liam doesn't wait.

office door slams open the second I sit down,

cuts through the newsroom like a

"Taryn. My office. Now."

Well.

That can't be good.

entire floor goes dead silent. Even Zoe, who's been

pauses mid-typing with her eyes glued to the

work, walking the slowest

the clicks of my heels echo against the marble floor.

shut behind me.

alone,

have any idea

low. The kind of voice

bad I'm way past

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