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

have to strain 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

I stop breathing.

His voice cracks. "He went into hibernation after that. I didn't even shift until I was fourteen. Too

tightens, and I instinctively

is barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to love without losing control. Without..." He trails off, his head pressing

"Enoch..."

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

me. His body melts against mine, his warmth grounding

stop the doubt creeping into

he just need me

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I don't know anymore.

the fuck out

I can't sleep.

his arm draped over

pounding a

not to wake him,

open a blank document. My

clawing at

Don't do it.

But I have to.

truth. About

only way to get to it... is through

My fingers start typing.

The Lycan King

pause, guilt weighing heavy

Fuck.

I'm a terrible person.

I keep going. I mean, I'm going to write

no harm

going to fucking

as something warm and wet wraps around my

Of course.

his mouth latched onto my breast like he's starving, his tongue flicking over

and I swear the bastard

He innocently hums, but his hand is already trailing down my stomach, sneaking

perv," I mutter, laughing as I

minutes," he mumbles, his lips brushing against my

last lazy kiss

swatting his shoulder.

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he sighs, dragging himself out from under

those sleepy, hooded eyes making my stomach flip. It's unfair how

stretches, arms flexing, and I swear my ovaries

man is

Sinclair," he

his bed hair. His cocky smirk is alive and well,

a pillow at his face. He catches it, the

late for the plane," he drawls, voice

I warn, shoving the sheets off me and climbing out of bed

But no. We're leaving.

into them while he lounges, hands tucked behind his head, watching me as though I'm a damn

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 fucking much deliberate-he knows I'm watching. And I am.

murmurs, so damn smug I want

"Enoch."

in his eyes tells me he's far from

downstairs, and the goodbye to Maldives feels... weird. Bittersweet. The ocean

air, and I can't help but pause on the

softer now, and when I glance at

I whisper, but my chest tightens. I'll

simple. Where it was

doesn't last

take one last breath, locking the memory away as

mine, grounding me.

*

The jet is waiting.

polite smiles as we board, but

mutter, suddenly patting down