Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 91

I pull back.

Fast

Like I just touched a damn stove. The heat of Liam's breath is still lingering near my lips, but I shove him off so hard he actually stumbles back.

I don't even process it-my hands just react before my brain extches up

“Fuck.” I breathe, stumbling a step back, like the distance will undo the last five seconds of whatever the hell that was "Shit."

Liam's brows draw together, confused, maybe hurt-but i don't care. I don't fucking care. My fingers shake as I wipe my mouth, even though nothing really happened, and 1 pace like I'm about to be sick.

"What the fuck was I thinking?" I mutter to myself, gripping my scalp. "What the actual fuck, Taryns

Because it was so close. My eyes were closed. My lips were parted. I was ready to move on.

Except-no.

Because his voice slams back into me like a freight train.

Mates don't do that shit to each other.

My knees nearly buckle.

I stare at the floor, but all I see is Enoch's face. The way he looked when he screamed at me.

When I left him in that hallway, bleeding with more than just his wounds.

And now I almost kissed someone else.

"Why would you-why would you even try that? You knew-"

"Because he's not here," Liam cuts in, his tone might be flat but eyes are sharp. "And he won't be. Not after what you did."

I flinch.

Like a slap across the face. Open-palmed. Brutal. Because it's true, isn't it? \\

That damn article. That stupid, twisted article with my name on it. I didn't write it, but it has my fucking name. And maybe it doesn't matter what the truth is anymore because he's gone, and now I'm here-dripping in regrets and desperation.

"Don't," I manage. "Don't use that against me."

He steps forward. "I'm not. I'm just telling you the truth."

"You don't get to decide that," I snap.

"Are you seriously still hung up on him?" Liam asks, voice lower now. Less

heated, more... fucking patronizing. "He's gone, Taryn. He left you. After everything. And you think he'd still want you after what you did?"

I blink up at him. "Get out."

He takes a step forward instead. Wrong move.

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"He's the King now," Liam says, like it's a fact that should end the whole damn conversation. "And you're now the girl who aired his secrets like dirty laundry. He's not coming back for you."

"I said get the fuck out, Liam."

He doesn't.

His hand shoots out, gripping my arm. Tight. Too tight.

"Just listen to me for once-"

"No!" I try yanking back, but he's stronger. Bigger. Angrier. His voice rises as though he's trying to knock sense into me with brute force, but I don't hear it anymore. My skin's crawling. My heart's in my throat.

"Liam," I warn, voice dropping. "Let me go."

And still-still-I can't shift.

"Eris," I whisper inside my head. Begging. Pleading. Do something. Please. Snap

his wrist. Bite his throat. Anything.

Nothing.

Dead silence.

My own fucking wolf has gone mute.

"Liam-" My voice cracks. I try to say more, but my throat burns. "You're hurting me."

That's all it takes.

That small, broken sound. The kind that escapes before pride can choke it back. Liam jerks his hand off me as though I'm made of acid. His eyes go wide, like maybe he just realized he was gripping too tight.

Or maybe he just saw me for what I am now-powerless.

I step back. He steps back further.

"Taryn, I-"

"Get. Out." My voice is steadier now, but my eyes sting. "Before I start screaming."

He looks at me for a second longer. His lips twitch like he's gonna say something

else. Apologize, maybe. Justify himself. But he doesn't.

He just turns and walks out the door.

He doesn't even close it properly.

I don't move until I hear the elevator doors slam shut.

And then I sink.

to the

my knees, and my breathing comes out in these ugly, uneven bursts. I dig my palms into my thighs

it doesn't.

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fuck

kissed someone

who isn't

My mate.

God.

is wrong with

enough. That was already too much. But

back into my brain, clear as day. His stupid soft eyes. The way he used to hold my ankle when I got hurt like I

Liar.

I still love him. God help me, I still

folding under me like a ragdoll.

bottle of liquor from earlier sits on the coffee table, mocking me. The

to celebrate my "promotion"

congrats on not being a total

It's half-full.

on how pathetic

Screw

死

cap and drink straight from the mouth like

hot and merciless, but it's still

yet.

to me and let my

me. Cold and

But not from Liam. From

I close my eyes.

Maldives comes rushing

his hair. My

dumbass. His voice whispering "I feel safest with

He lied.

I lied.

all fucking

swig. Wipe my mouth with

still feel him-like a phantom limb I can't cut

my

I can't do this.

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I drink again.

And again.

My phone rings.

I ignore it.

It rings again.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

out, ready to throw

But my hand freezes.

Caller ID: Gamma Abel.

ever given a damn

return.

the screen,

then I swipe

I reply. "I saw it." His voice is low and I

that.

article. The article is still

byline still says

laugh that dies as quickly as it comes. My throat is raw. My heart's already

into something so

I scroll down.

all there. Paragraphs of poison.

almost got fucking murdered by

I scribbled in a moment of desperation-when I thought I could find closure by writing everything down-are all

And the worst part?

every goddamn word in a good light. It was

fucking praises too.

I didn't

words blur. My fingers tremble as I scroll further, pausing on

with cold, sea-glass eyes

His grandmother?

Whoever revised and published the article

him.

Shit.

they get their

W-who...

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slam the laptop shut, turning to

publish it," I croak, nose running, voice shaking. "I swear, I

you didn't, kid." His voice is steady, a lifeline. "But does

that?"

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out a broken laugh that tastes like regret. "He won't even look at me. He threw me out of the goddamn palace gates like I was-like... I was nothing." There's a pause,

pack," Gamma Abel says, quieter now, "I've

you when you

in my life. Like a starving wolf with a single fucking lamb in

I press my palm to my

got to tell him, Taryn.

if he doesn't want to?" I

make him remember why

call ends, breathing like I just ran a

burn. My stomach flips. Something inside

It's not courage.

It's clarity.

and I

Eris.

as though she's been waiting for

a fucking spine.

our mate back,

grin, tears still