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.

not

buzzing with adrenaline, my hands clenched so tight my nails threaten to break skin. The urge to lunge again is right there, sitting on the tip of my tongue like a dare. But Jacob is solid, unmoving, his presence a

me over his

exhales sharply, smoothing down the fabric of her stupidly elegant gown like I somehow wrinkled it

Oh, fuck off.

her. Instead, he leans in, close enough that his breath fans against my ear, voice dropping. "If you don't want this to end

I blink. "Excuse me?"

watches with narrowed eyes, seething as Jacob grips my wrist and drags me away again, deeper into the palace grounds. My feet

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drumbeat in my

my back, but she doesn't

This isn't over.

I know it.

She knows it.

that, right there, is

move past

grip

arched ceilings, dark stone walls that seem to stretch on endlessly, guards

I shouldn't be here.

I can't bring

at me to

I'm close-so fucking close-to

pulls me toward a side hallway, a door

the sound, breath

My pulse stops.

moves past the open doorway.

even in the

I know that presence.

I've memorized it.

heartbeat slamming into my ribs

something cracks.

Enoch.

even think. I

Jacob is faster, stepping in front of me and

entirely.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

home, Taryn," he

thousand words fighting to claw their

him."

"Not today."

doesn't budge. He doesn't blink. Hell, he doesn't even flinch when I

as if I could set him on fire with

mind.

I could keep going and demand answers, raise hell if I

to.

the door

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my desk with a

"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?!"

booms through the office, yanking every pair of

point, my nervous system

state of pissed-off.

'Omega Causes Royal Scandal at Imperial

high-resolution photo of me in mid-scream,

exhale. "To be fair, I

the bridge of his nose so hard I

he growls, eyes sharp enough to skin me

he emphasizes.

twice now. I really should

decisions.

dragged this company into a political

guards? To get fucking tackled on

than anyone else

eyes flash. "You got fucking tackled, Taryn. I don't know

of it or that you think this

back, crossing my arms. "I have every idea how reckless

thanks."

"You really don't, Sinclair. Do you know what

and cutting.

strange silence falls