Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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Chapter 69

Chapter 69

As the day he lost me...

Right. He did lost me.

My mistake is pausing as I stare at him. Just for a second. Just enough to catch my breath, to feel the warmth of his hands on me before I remember exactly where I am. Who I am.

Shit.

The music stops.

Silence.

For a fleeting moment, I wasn't a nobody. I was the woman wrapped in the King's arms, with every eye in the room pinned on us like we were a goddamn fairy tale.

I need to leave. Now,

A thick, pressing quiet, shattered only by the rapid clicks of cameras and the murmurs slithering between the guests. A scandal is unraveling in real-time, and I'm standing right in the center of it.

My heartbeat pounds in my ears. I can't afford another trouble. I'm on strike two on Liam's list, I'll be fired for another one.

I try to step back. His grip tightens.

I swallow hard, my throat burning like I just downed a shot of acid. "Enoch."

His name feels foreign on my tongue, forbidden after years of avoiding it. Like saying it too many times might make it real.

His jaw clenches, the muscle twitching like he's at war with himself. "Stay."

The word punches straight through me, through the layers of this gorgeous dress.

And I almost do.

But the spell breaks when a reporter shouts, "Who is she?!"

That brief hesitation-the scrape of his thumb over my wrist, the unspoken resistance-uncoils something deep in my gut. But I rip myself away, breath hitching, forcing myself to move.

Now. Now, Now.

Run.

"Taryn-"

I don't look back. I can't.

I look back, I'll hesitate.

I can't stay.

clicks, each step reverberating through the grand ballroom like a gunshot. The moment our dance ended, silence swallowed the room, only for it to be devoured by a frenzy

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Who is she?

the King

the fuck

people, the weight of countless eyes burning into my back. The air feels thick, suffocating, and the last thing I want is to be cornered by the hungry, sharp-toothed press ready to rip me apart for breathing the same air as their untouchable King. My lungs protest as I reach the grand staircase, a monstrosity of white marble and gold, stretching down

slightly to keep from tripping and

risk a

from shadow and steel, unmoving except for his piercing, predatory, locked onto me with

hands curl into fists at his sides, and for a

Mine.

slams into me like a sledgehammer, and I nearly miss a step. No. No, don't look at me right now, idiot! Then he smirks. The bastard smirks, playing with me.

thoughts is in haywire as crimson

eyes-

push harder, descending the staircase as fast as I can without breaking my goddamn neck. The second I make

I don't slow down.

running, only that I need

"Taryn."

Oh, for fuck's sake.

still moving, and nearly slam into Jacob, who's leaning against a carriage like he had nowhere better to be than waiting outside the grandest ball of the year. He looks me up and down, unimpressed, arms crossed over his broad

running. Why are you

have

"You look like you've been

I snap. "Change me back.

He blinks. "Excuse me?"

I seethe. "Make me unnoticeable. Before

and tossing me a bundle of fabric.

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same stained, wrinkled thing I arrived in, the

screams I don't belong

him.

change you back." He shrugs, entirely too pleased with

my disguise crumples at my feet, forgotten. The second I'm back in

nods. "Yeah. No one's looking twice at you

"Thanks, asshole."

Anytime."

I need is for someone to realize the King's mystery woman just made a fucking

find the mystery of the woman who