Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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.

who she is, but I hate every perfect inch

way she leans into him like she has every

that

hate that I can't stop

I'm still standing here like

my own

But most of all-

that she's fucking

I'm pathetic.

I'm still clinging.

waiting for him to

he's not going

Not now.

Not ever.

right." My voice is cold, brittle-cracking around the edges.

lifts-like she wasn't expecting

closer-until we're practically

some trophy wife with too much filler and a fucking trust fund talk down to me... you

Her smile flickers.

There it is.

in the perfect,

see

start clicking faster-like

Celeste's eyes narrow.

she murmurs. "You're embarrassing

back. "Let's give them a

nostrils flare, but she doesn't

lean in, voice

"I dare you

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I think she's going to

second, I

Then-

SLAP

cracks through the room like a fucking gunshot-sharp, hot pain

my cheek.

step,

the crowd. Flashes

taste blood on my tongue-metallic and

But I don't move.

I don't flinch.

I just smile.

thinks she can break

hasn't been paying

my gaze past

Enoch is still watching.

the room-forest

one brutal second, I swear I see something

mask.

Recognition.

Regret.

Mine.

But then it's gone.

He looks away.

back on me. That's the final

closer, her perfume choking

she whispers, voice silky

heart is shattering inside my chest-splintering

won't let

won't let any

lump in my throat, forcing my chin

I croak, blood pooling in the corner of my mouth. "I was just about

same thing

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Her eyes flicker.

Yeah.

I fucking

click faster, the crowd pressing in closer-feeding off

vultures circling fresh meat.

voice hisses somewhere

"Taryn, stop-"

But I can't stop.

Not now.

Not when he's watching.

me is burning

him to

to bleed like

I smile wider-blood

the first

"Ah!"

Everything goes crazy

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of

kind, either-the

kind.

to work the next day, my name is already headlining gossip columns

OMEGA ATTACKS LADY CELESTE IN A FIT

CLAIMS THE ALPHA KING BELONGS

UNSTABLE JOURNALIST EMBARRASSES HERSELF IN

the werewolf media machine, but they deserve a Pulitzer for making me sound like a full-fledged, bunny-boiling lunatic with nothing better to do than hallucinate royal

worst part is that the only thing I care about-the

the clickbait headlines that nobody

a guillotine. Every time the doors open on another floor! feel the stares-colleagues pretending not to look, phones half-hidden behind their coffee cups as

to my desk, I'm already suffocating

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Liam doesn't wait.

second I sit

his voice cuts through the newsroom like a

"Taryn. My office. Now."

Well.

That can't be good.

entire floor goes dead silent. Even Zoe,

mid-typing with her eyes glued to the screen like she's hoping the ground

that barely work, walking

against the

shut behind me.

we're alone, he rounds

any idea what you've

voice is low. The kind of voice that makes weaker people

bad I'm way past giving a