Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 85

Chapter 85

"Liam's my boss," I snap, snatching my phone back but he doesn't give it as it's suddenly a ticking bomb. My voice is barely concealing the exhaustion weighing down my chest.

Enoch's eyes are a fucking storm. Dark. Dangerous. The calm before everything burns.

“Boss?” His tone is calm-too fucking calm-and it sends a shiver crawling down my spine. "What kind of boss texts you at..." He snatches my phone, glancing at the time. "Midnight?"

"Give me that." I try to snatch it back, but he's already holding it out of reach. Typical.

"The fuck kind of boss asks how things are going like that?" His jaw clenches so tight I swear I hear his teeth grind. "Is he fucking interested in how you're doing-or is he interested in you?"

"For fuck's sake, Enoch!" I throw my hands up, dragging a frustrated breath through my teeth. "Not everything is about some fucking guy trying to get in my pants!"

His gaze snaps to mine, those amber eyes turning molten. "When it comes to you, Taryn?" His voice drops, a deadly promise in every syllable. "Everything is about that."

Jesus. My heart slams into my ribs though it's trying to escape.

"Are you seriously doing this right now?" I glare at him, crossing my arms. "I work for him. He's my boss. End of discussion."

"Bosses don't text at midnight," he grits out, his grip on my phone tightening.

"Maybe he's just—”

"What?" His eyes narrow, voice dropping to a low growl. "Checking in? Making sure his favorite employee is safe?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?" I'm so close to losing it. "Do you hear how insane you sound right now?"

"Insane?" He steps closer, towering over me. I refuse to step back. "You're damn right I'm fucking insane when it comes to you."

And there it is.

That dangerous, possessive edge that makes my knees weak and pisses me the fuck off all at once.

"Enoch," I breathe, trying to calm my pounding heart. "It's not like that."

His jaw clenches, but his eyes flicker with something else. Something raw. Vulnerable.

"I can't lose you," he whispers, and it's not a threat. It's a confession.

Fuck.

My resolve crumbles as his forehead presses against mine. His breath is warm, ragged, and I hate how easily he disarms me.

"Stop being a psycho," I murmur, my voice softer now. "I'm not going anywhere."

His hand cradles the back of my head, pulling me closer until his lips brush my forehead.

Routine.

Forehead.

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Nose.

And then-

Mouth.

Fuck, I hate how good he feels. How right,

My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close. But I know better. Enoch doesn't

do calm. He's chans personified, and I'm the idiot who keeps walking straight into the fire,

Idiot Taryn.

I pull back, my breathing uneven. "Enoch...

"Shhh." He rests his head against my chest, his body pressing into me. His arms tighten around my waist, as if he holds on tight enough, he can keep me from slipping through his fingers.

"Just..." His voice is barely a whisper. "Let me stay like this for a minute" And I do.

Because despite all his dominance and possessiveness, there's a broken boy underneath. One who's been fighting for survival since he was a kid.

My fingers run through his hair, soft and gentle, "What's wrong?"

His body stiffens for a moment. I think he's going to brush it off like he always does. But then-

"I wasn't always like this."

blink, my heart skipping

to hear it, "the war fucked me up." His fingers flex against my back, his grip tightening like he's afraid to let go. "I watched my family get slaughtered. I hid in a fucking closet while my uncle's men tore my

I stop breathing.

was fourteen. Too much fucking trauma. And by the time I did..." He swallows hard.

I

wrong, Taryn." His voice is barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to love without losing control.

"Enoch..."

He pulls back, his eyes meeting mine. They're haunted. "I just..." He shakes his head, the

whisper, tugging him back to me. His body melts against mine, his warmth grounding

can't stop the doubt creeping

love me... or does he

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I don't know anymore.

that scares the fuck

I can't sleep.

arm draped over me. But my mind

a

slide out of bed, careful not to wake him, and grab my

the floor, I open a blank

at

Don't do it.

But I have to.

the truth. About my parents. About

to get to it... is through

My fingers start typing.

Blackwell. The Lycan King who

guilt weighing heavy in

Fuck.

I'm a terrible person.

mean, I'm going to write it in a good

harm in

to fucking

my nipple. My eyes fly open, the remnants of sleep

Of course.

sheets, his mouth latched onto my breast like he's starving, his

and I swear the bastard smirks against

already trailing down my stomach, sneaking

you perv," I mutter, laughing as I shove at

mumbles, his lips brushing

kiss to

swatting his shoulder. "We're leaving, remember?

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sighs, dragging himself out from under the sheets-a

making my stomach flip. It's unfair how he

flexing, and I

is

Sinclair," he teases, his voice all gravel and

hair. His cocky smirk is alive and well, and I hate that it

a pillow at his face. He catches it, the bastard,

for the plane," he drawls,

I warn, shoving the sheets off me and climbing out of bed before I do something stupid-like let him convince me to

But no. We're leaving.

clothes, shimmy into them while he lounges, hands tucked behind his head, watching

dressed," I grumble, not trusting myself if he stays naked any longer. "Bossy." He smirks but finally drags himself out of bed, his movements slow and very

like it," he murmurs, so damn smug I want to smack

"Enoch."

alright," he chuckles, pulling on his pants, but the glint in his eyes tells me he's far from done

goodbye to Maldives feels... weird. Bittersweet. The ocean breeze kisses my skin, the scent of salt and

can't help but pause on the deck, taking

and when I glance at him, I see the same hint of reluctance

whisper, but my chest tightens. I'll miss

felt... simple. Where it

simplicity doesn't last

take one last breath, locking the memory away

mine, grounding

*

The jet is waiting.

crew greets us with polite smiles as we board, but something tugs at the

I mutter, suddenly patting