Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 67

The Beta's grip is a fucking vice.

His fingers dig into my arm as he drags me forward. I stumble over the polished stone floors. The moment the heavy iron gates slam shut behind us, I know I've made a mistake.

Not because I regret coming here.

Not because I'm scared.

But because I wasn't ready to see him.

"You're Taryn, aren't you?" He asks as we pass through guards after guards who keep glancing at me with confusion. Great, they probably are all stuck up on how the desperate, crazy woman banging on the gates has now entered.

"Yes, did he tell you that too?" I answer, gritting my teeth. "No, he's way too stubborn for that. Jacob. Beta Jacob. Might as well you know if we keep seeing each other like this." He replies and I roll my eyes.

"You have a death wish, don't you?" Jacob mutters, yanking me forward as if I'm some unruly prisoner.

"If that's what it takes to see him," I snap, jerking my arm free. My skin burns where he touched me, but I don't rub it. I won give him the satisfaction.

I can feel the eyes on me. Guards lined up along the entrance hall. Their postures are tense.

They've probably never seen anyone this fucking stupid before-an Omega demanding entry to the Imperial Pack's stronghold as though I have a goddamn right to be here. Like I belong.

Too late now.

A slow yet loud click of heels echoes against the marble floor. The sound slithers down my spine like a warning before I even turn to look.

It's that bitch.

Lady Celeste Vaelor.

She steps forward with the kind of confidence only a woman born into power can wield-her sleek black dress clinging to her curves, her blonde hair cascading down in carefully arranged waves. The picture of perfection.

And the expression of pure, unfiltered disgust she's directing at me?

Yeah. That makes it even better.

"You really have no shame, do you?" she sneers, lips curling like I'm something rotten that's just washed up at her feet.

I smirk, my adrenaline still riding high from my dramatic entrance. "I could say the same about you. You almost ran me

over."

Celeste scoffs, looking me up and down with an unimpressed flick of her eyes. "Pests tend to throw themselves into places they don't belong."

I take a step closer. Not threatening, not obvious. Just enough to push into her space, to make her feel what I already know- she doesn't intimidate me. "And yet, here I am," I murmur. "Inside, Looks like your Alpha King wants me here."

Her nostrils flare. Just a little. But I catch it.

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"Oh, sweetheart," she purrs, voice laced with the kind of faux sympathy that makes me want to punch her right in her perfect fucking teeth. "Enoch doesn't want anything to do with you."

I arch a brow. “Right. Because he sent his Beta to drag me in?" I tilt my head, studying her. "That tells me all I need to kno

Her smirk vanishes. And then, before I can blink, her hand slices through the air.

The slap lands hard across my cheek. A sharp, stinging burn that blooms across my skin.

A gasp ripples through the guards.

I barely fucking flinch.

Instead, I tilt my head back, slowly dragging my gaze back to hers as I smile. A slow, taunting curve of my lips. "That's all you've got?"

Her pupils dilate. Just for a second.

She expected me to crumble.

She thought that, because I'm an Omega, I'd do what I've been taught to do my entire life-drop my gaze, submit, fucking

cower.

She doesn't realize I've had worse.

"You're pathetic," she hisses, her voice trembling with rage. "A desperate little girl chasing after a man way out of your league."

I don't hesitate

I shove her. Hard.

Celeste stumbles back, her hands flailing for balance. Shock splashes across her face, quickly twisting into pure fury.

The guards move.

But so do I.

I'm not

threaten to break skin. The urge to lunge again is right

that means he's one second away from tossing me over his damn shoulder and hauling me out

the fabric of her stupidly elegant gown like I somehow wrinkled it by existing. "She

Oh, fuck off.

in, close enough that his breath fans against my ear, voice dropping. "If you don't want this to end here, shut up

I blink. "Excuse me?"

Jacob grips my wrist and drags me away again, deeper into the palace grounds. My feet stumble at first, but I keep up, my

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in my

glare burns into my

This isn't over.

I know it.

She knows it.

there,

speak as we move past the grand entrance and

his grip tight.

to stretch on endlessly, guards posted at nearly every turn.

I shouldn't be here.

I can't

me

tells me I'm close-so fucking close-to what I came

as Jacob pulls me toward a side hallway, a door

the sound,

My pulse stops.

moves past the open doorway.

attention, even

I know that presence.

I've memorized it.

body locks up, my heartbeat slamming into

something cracks.

Enoch.

even think. I just

but Jacob is faster, stepping in

entirely.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Taryn," he

a thousand words fighting to

him."

"Not today."

Hell, he

if I could set him on

mind.

I could keep going and demand answers,

to.

the door is

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my desk

"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?!"

the office, yanking every

don't even flinch. At this point, my nervous system has adapted to his

state of pissed-off.

at the front page. 'Omega Causes

under it, a high-resolution photo of me in mid-scream, looking like I belong in a

fair, I

of his nose so hard I think he might crush it.

international incident," he growls, eyes sharp

he emphasizes.

this is twice now. I really should

decisions.

company into a political shitstorm, and

by the palace guards? To get fucking tackled

than anyone else

fucking tackled, Taryn. I don't

or that you think this is

my arms. "I have every idea how reckless I'm

thanks."

in front of my desk like a caged wolf. "You really don't, Sinclair. Do you know what happens when

me with a look, voice low and cutting.

strange silence falls between