Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 71

Click. Flash. And another click.

They definitely know what they're doing.

I feel it before I see it.

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That sharp prickle at the back of my neck. The kind of awareness that slithers up your spine and whispers in your ear- you're being watched.

And then, a flicker. A glint of light where there shouldn't be any. In the deep forest below the balcony. The only thing a human would see is the eternity of trees along the horizon.

But no, not me. Especially not Enoch.

I shift in his hold, my breath still uneven, my pulse an erratic drumbeat against his chest. The warmth of his lips lingers on my skin, but my focus sharpens on the dark patch of trees below the balcony. My wolf hones in on movement, on the nearly imperceptible rustling of leaves.

There.

A human crouches behind a tree, their camera lens reflecting the ballroom lights like a fucking beacon.

My stomach plummets.

Stupid paparazzi.

I can't believe I'ms saying that because I too, am one.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Every single alarm bell in my head wails at once.

Enoch-his face-undeniable proof of who he is. A ghost, a myth, the king who rose from the dead, caught in the middle of a secret rendezvous with some mystery woman. Me.

If this gets out, it's not just me who's screwed.

Liam's company will burn. I will burn-or worse, fired. I already made two records of humiliation, putting the company on blacklist from most events they could have had scooped on simply because the company had a...

"Mad woman"

If I get caught in this, it would already be strike three. The final fucking nail in my coffin.

My pulse hammers in my ears. My brain kicks into damage control even as Enoch's lips trace my jaw, completely unaware of the fire about to consume us both.

I react on instinct.

I shove him.

Hard.

His grip tightens for half a second, his body unmoving, his wolf-dark eyes locking onto mine in stunned refusal.

"No," he growls, voice rough with those red eyes beginning to surface. No, no, no. This can't happen now. I bite my lip when

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his hands tighten on my arms. He'd rather be caught a werewolf by the entire human race than risk letting me go?

I can't do this. Not here. Not now.

My mind races, my options thinning. I need him to let me go.

So, I do the only thing that I know will make him pause.

I kiss him.

Soft. Slow. A whisper of goodbye against his lips.

Enoch stills. His body goes rigid, his fingers twitching on my waist like they want

to hold me tighter-but then his lashes Autter, his grip loosens, and his breath catches.

There he is, the obedient dog I raised.

Turns out, I still hold his leash.

I take advantage of the fraction of hesitation, pressing my lips to his forehead, his nose, his mouth-our usual rhythm of calming him down. Memorizing the feel of him, the scent of him, the way he always-always-leans into me as though I'm the only thing that makes sense.

And then, as my lips graze his ear, I seal it.

"Find me again."

leave my mouth before I

back. If I do,

masquerade, into the faceless sea of bodies and gilded masks. My hands yank my own mask back into place, securing my

halos onto the dancers, the air thick with perfume and expensive liquor. Laughter swirls around me, oblivious, while my skin burns with the weight of what just

moving. Keep

is already idling in the grand driveway. The driver doesn't question me when I fling

I say,

They caught a good picture of my dress-not the midnight one, but the one I actually wore. If I linger in the party any linger, it would only be a matter of

neon and late-night bustle, but I barely see it. My pulse is still somewhere back on that balcony.

goodbye I never wanted

my fingers to them, trying to

Find me.

me, I want him

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wake up in my

known to man.

night, one shoe kicked off, my hair an

over and burying

You told him to find you. You ran away like a

Brilliant. Fucking brilliant, Taryn.

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cold shower brings me back to life just enough to function, and by

office kitchen making coffee, I almost convince myself that last night was a fever

Almost.

open like

I still can't get

mid-pour, coffee sloshing dangerously close to the

ask, schooling my

as she clutches her phone. "The King. Last night. How he danced with that mysterious woman in a midnight blue

like a

there to see the scene! It was

at her. Blank.

the inside, I

fingers tighten around my mug. "Huh." I

dramatic sigh, collapsing into a chair. "Ugh, I know, right? The way people are describing it, it was like something out of a fairy tale. Can you imagine being

Yes. Yes, I can.

my coffee machine so she doesn't see the twitch

"Hey, Taryn."

find a junior staffer peeking into the breakroom. She looks nervous, shifting her weight from

for you," she

wrong way. I choke, coughing

slams her palm onto my back like

to force a demon

you do

"Maybe he just

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to

It's Liam."

queasiness in my stomach is instant. It's just last night since the ball. Since him. Since I tried to shove that entire part of my life into a dark, locked box and throw it into the fucking

like a

is cracked open. I don't knock-I never do, and he never complains. Liam's

Close the door."

that's not ominous

the office and folding my

"So, what's up, Boss?"

for a beat, something unreadable shifting behind

blue eyes.

still up for the assignment,

like

my mouth parting

The assignment.

The investigation.

The goddamn Alpha King.

sharp inhale burns my

don't know what to say. No? After everything? After clawing

the wreckage of

I know who

when I've already

watching me with the patience of someone

how this conversation

half-smirk. "What, you

grew a conscience