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.

I hate every perfect inch of her.

way she leans into

that he lets

hate that I

standing here like a dumb little punching bag,

my own

But most of all-

that she's fucking

I'm pathetic.

I'm still clinging.

him to see

he's not

Not now.

Not ever.

voice is cold, brittle-cracking around the edges. "I'm

brow lifts-like she wasn't expecting

step closer-until we're practically nose to

stand here and let some trophy wife with too much filler and a fucking trust fund talk

Her smile flickers.

There it is.

the perfect,

see

clicking faster-like sharks

Celeste's eyes narrow.

she murmurs. "You're embarrassing

back. "Let's

flare, but she

in, voice dropping

"I dare you

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a second, I think she's going to

a second, I

Then-

SLAP

the room like a

my cheek.

a step, heart

the crowd. Flashes explode from

blood on my tongue-metallic and

But I don't move.

I don't flinch.

I just smile.

she can break me

hasn't

gaze past

Enoch is still watching.

eyes lock across the room-forest

swear I see

mask.

Recognition.

Regret.

Mine.

But then it's gone.

He looks away.

on me. That's

steps closer, her perfume choking the air

a lesson," she whispers, voice silky and

my chest-splintering into jagged little

I won't let her

any of

lump in my throat, forcing my chin

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

thing to

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Her eyes flicker.

Yeah.

I

pressing in closer-feeding off the tension

vultures circling fresh meat.

hisses somewhere behind

"Taryn, stop-"

But I can't stop.

Not now.

Not when he's watching.

single piece of me is

want him

bleed

I smile wider-blood

throw the

"Ah!"

Everything goes crazy

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become the joke of

kind, either-the

kind.

sorry ass to work the next day, my name is

LADY CELESTE IN A

CRAZED NOBODY CLAIMS THE ALPHA KING BELONGS TO

UNSTABLE JOURNALIST EMBARRASSES

fuck is running the werewolf media machine, but they deserve a Pulitzer for making me sound like a full-fledged, bunny-boiling lunatic with nothing better

the only

that nobody gives a

as if walking straight into a guillotine. Every time the doors open on another floor! feel

make it to my desk, I'm

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Liam doesn't wait.

office door slams open the second I sit down, and I barely have time

cuts through the

"Taryn. My office. Now."

Well.

That can't be good.

silent. Even Zoe, who's been avoiding

glued to the screen like

that barely work, walking the slowest death

my heels echo against the marble floor. Liam's office door

shut behind me.

we're alone, he rounds

have any

low. The kind of voice that makes weaker people piss

bad I'm way past giving

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