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.

Dark and

Enoch.

my body locking

his broad frame cloaked in

face. Those fucking eyes. I've seen

The Lycan King.

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And pissed the

his eyes... they flicker to the broken lock on

drawer.

Shit.

I whisper, barely able to

move.

to explain what the fuck

so dry I

Think, Taryn. Think.

start, but the words lodge in my

lower.

me to say something.

cooperate.

flickering between my

Fuck. He knows.

care?" I bite out,

into my voice. But it's

81%

into shit that's

body is close

can't let

My throat tightens.

"Why?" I whisper.

jaw ticking as he stares at me. His chest rises and falls, the tension between us so thick it's

fucking said

lurches. His words slam into me, but not for the

he says it.

Like it's a plea.

can't let myself fall for that shit again. Not now. Not after

another girl,

my teeth, shoving down the chaos

not a fucking answer,

Silence.

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Taryn." His voice

I used to

his whole fucking

But that man's gone.

carving his features into something almost

him

against the weight

broken lock,

the

chest.

even though my insides are

I needed permission to

in his jaw jumps. "That's not what I

don't owe you

it's in

it's thrumming, erratic

uneven.

him and his stupid

forward, slow and measured, and instinctively, I

back.

curl, just slightly, but it's not a smile. It's something darker. Something that sends

he murmurs, voice deceptively smooth. "You

were

My blood turns molten.

"Oh, fuck you."

head. "You already

to everything-I almost throw something at

reach except a stack of books,

myself by missing.

I

right," I grit out, voice shaking despite my best efforts.

after what you did."

expression doesn't flicker. "What I

Oh, he's serious.

Something inside me snaps.

arrogant son of a bitch," I spit.

I saved you-in that stupuid forest

here like you have any

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doesn't respond.

want to fucking

the burn in my

here, Enoch?"

beat of silence.

could ask you the

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