Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 75

Chapter 74

Don't fucking breathe.

Dust coats my throat, clogging my lungs as I press my lips together, trying not to cough. I'm crammed under the antique desk like a damn contortionist, my body wedged into a position that's making my muscles scream. But I don't move. Can't.

Footsteps. Slow. Calculated.

They know this room.

The door creaks as it swings open, a low groan slicing through the suffocating silence. My pulse pounds against my eardrums, each beat louder than the last. My eyes sting from holding back the tears that threaten to spill, and my chest heaves with the effort of staying fucking silent.

I peek through the tiny gap between the desk and the floor. Just enough to see.

Boots. Polished to a fucking shine. Black. Expensive.

Not a servant. Definitely not.

The figure moves deeper into the room, their presence dominating the space. Whoever the fuck this is, they're dangerous. I don't need to see their face to know

that.

Shit.

My body's frozen, but my mind's racing a mile a minute. Did I leave the damn drawer slightly open? I swear I shoved the file back in before hiding, but fuck... I was panicking. My hands were shaking.

What if they see it?

A bead of sweat rolls down the side of my temple, trailing along my cheek. I ignore the prickle of discomfort as the figure lingers by the desk-right fucking above me.

My eyes track every movement. A hand. Large. Calloused. Familiar. It brushes against the edge of the drawer I just pried open, and my stomach clenches so hard I might puke.

Fuck. Did I close it all the way?

Seconds drag into eternity.

One.

Two.

Three.

My body is on high alert, heart slamming against my ribcage. My knees ache from pressing into the marble, and my fingers dig into the cold floor to keep me grounded.

The hand pauses. Hovers. Then...

It retreats.

Oh, thank fuck.

I don't breathe. Not yet.

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Then, just when I think I'm about to be yanked out from under this goddamn desk and dragged into a nightmare I am not prepared for-

He moves away.

Not fast. Not urgent. Just a slow, almost calculated retreat toward the far side of the room.

The moment his back is turned, I act.

I inch forward, my body screaming at me to run, but I can't afford to be sloppy. One wrong move, one stupidly loud breath, and this all goes to shit.

My fingers brush against the smooth wood of the desk as I push myself out from under it, my movements painstakingly careful. My feet find the floor. I straighten, pivoting toward the door.

Almost there.

Three steps. Two. One-

The door slams shut,

I fucking jump.

The sound echoes like a gunshot, rattling the walls, reverberating through my goddamn soul. My breath catches, my body locking up as an icy wave of dread slams into me.

No. No, no, no, no-

A voice, low and dangerous, slithers through the silence.

"I was hoping I was wrong."

A chill spreads down my spine. I don't turn immediately. I can't. My fingers twitch

at my sides, nails biting into my palms, and I focus on the sting, on the way it grounds me.

Then, finally, I turn.

And there he is.

My blood runs cold.

No.

No.

No.

That voice.

Commanding. Dark and

Enoch.

body locking up

now, his broad frame cloaked in

I've seen them haunt my

The Lycan King.

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And pissed the fuck

eyes... they flicker to the broken lock on

drawer.

Shit.

barely able to

move.

what the fuck

is so dry I can

Think, Taryn. Think.

but the words lodge in my throat when he

lower. Dangerous. "Lie to

me to say something. Anything. But my mouth refuses

cooperate.

narrow, flickering between my

Fuck. He knows.

care?" I bite out,

some fucking defiance into my voice. But it's weak. Even I can

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jaw clenches. "Because you're walking into shit that's going

body is

can't

My throat tightens.

"Why?" I whisper.

stares at me. His chest rises and falls, the tension between us so thick it's like a living, breathing

I fucking said

slam into me, but not for the reasons they

way he says it. It's not

Like it's a plea.

for that shit again.

another girl, for fuck's

down the chaos swirling

a fucking

Silence.

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here, Taryn."

one-l see the man I used to know. The one who looked at

I was his whole

But that man's gone.

into something almost inhuman. His jaw is clenched, the muscle there ticking, but

him

fighting against the

flick to the broken lock, then back

sheer audacity of the question almost

chest.

cross my arms, mirroring his stance, even though my insides

realize I needed

muscle in his jaw jumps. "That's

owe you

flare slightly, and it's in

way it's

uneven.

him and his stupid fucking

forward, slow and measured, and instinctively, I

back.

but it's not a smile. It's something darker. Something that sends my

smooth. "You weren't running the

we were

My blood turns molten.

"Oh, fuck you."

his head.

throw something at him.

of books, and knowing my luck, I'd just

myself by missing.

I

I grit out, voice shaking

after what you did."

expression doesn't flicker. "What

Oh, he's serious.

Something inside me snaps.

of a bitch," I

stupuid forest and you lied. You

you have any

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doesn't respond.

want to fucking break

forcing down the burn in

here, Enoch?"

of

could ask you the same

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