Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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Chapter 93

Chapter 93

I'm already halfway down the damn hallway before I realize I'm walking like

someone just shoved a broken wine bottle through my chest.

Which, in a way, they kinda did.

That really was... Enoch's grandmother.

I just vented everything out to the freaking Dowager Queen?!

My footsteps are sharp, fast, uneven.

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I'm pretty sure one of my shoes is slipping off but I don't give a shit. The scent of eucalyptus and burning wood still clings to my skin like a scar I can't scrub off, and my throat feels as s though I swallowed glass.

Brooke's voice is still in my head even after ranting it all out to that grandma.

"She made her choice."

She didn't even fucking whisper it. She said it as a fact. As though I'm just another dumb Omega who fumbled the bag and thought she could keep a King.

Stupid. So fucking stupid.

I still wonder who posted the article. Who is it...

I push through the hallway doors, ignoring the two guards who blink like I'm the plot twist they didn't train for.

They're probably shocked how I got in here. It was the Beta who gave me access after all.

I don't stop until I hit the corridor that leads to the main entrance of the palace. The air's cooler here, windier.

"Leaving already?" a low voice says.

I stop short. Beta Jacob.

Great. Just what I need. A front-row witness to my public humiliation. Love that for

me.

He's leaning against the wall. His expression doesn't change when he sees the state I'm in, but I see the slight twitch in his jaw. His eyes scan me-puffy eyes, blotchy cheeks, lips chewed raw.

"So," he says slowly, voice even, "I'm guessing that didn't go well."

I laugh. It's dry and bitter and absolutely useless. "Didn't know I signed up for a fucking circus," I mutter, dragging my fingers through my hair. "But hey, at least I was the main act."

He doesn't smile. He doesn't tease me like usual either. He just stares at me with this..... quiet understanding that pisses me off even more. As if he knows what I heard. What I saw. What it meant.

"I'll try to talk to him," Jacob offers. "When he's... clearer."

"No," I say immediately, the word ripping out of me. "Don't. Don't bother. He's made his choice too."

Maybe he's trying to move on now. I mean, were only mates right?

Damn it. This is so complicated.

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He frowns. "Taryn-"

"I said don't" My voice cracks, and I hate it. "It's not his fault. It's mine"

His brows shoot up. "You seriously believe that?"

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat like it's poison I deserve. "I wrote the

damn article, Jacob. Maybe I didn't publish it, but I wrote it. I sold him out in words and then acted shocked when he didn't choose me"

His silence is damning. He doesn't argue.

Exactly,

"Tell him..." I start, then stop, No. What's the point? "Never mind."

I walk past him and this time, he doesn't stop me.

The air outside is freezing, but my chest is hotter than hell. I take a taxi back to the apartment. I don't think Eris has the same amount of energy as she did when we came here on all fours.

I don't say a single word but stare out the window the whole way.

When we pull up to the apartment, the city's already alive. Horns blaring. People shouting. Lights blinking like drunk fireflies.

My heart already misses the palace.

I climb out, slam the car door shut, and freeze.

need this

against

Of course.

sees me, but doesn't move closer. His usual scowl is

fucking office and Brooke's hand on his shoulder and that

a fucked-up lullaby.

time for

says carefully. "Can I talk to

and unlock the door, ready to

sorry. For the

turn around. My fingers shake

murmur. It's not a question.

won't let it,"

I see it. The sincerity. The

Nothing's enough right now.

His

my face. "Are you

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That makes me stop.

blink.

tonight, I meet

way out. But

hate is that I never

fire and then act shocked

journalist for, my entire life, is to dig

it. That was the dream. My

I know

who

who he

know who I

dream of now? Where do I

look away, "I'll... think about

push past him and into my apartment and Liam follows in.

and his hand grabs my wrist-not tight, not rough, just...

a brow, blinking through my puffed eyes. "What is it, Liam? I really... don't wanna hear this right

Good. Join the

says, and the quiet in his

blink at him. For once, I think he means it. Not because he wants to fix us- whatever us is—but

mean it. I'm not angry about the kiss. I'm angry about everything else. "I'm

a second. He just stands in front of me as though he's deciding between pushing his luck and backing off. I close

Fuck it.

breath for a damn week. My fingers curl into my palm.

that doesn't mean

was the reason, sure-but he also

Not from sadness-this isn't

is that razor-sharp clarity. The kind you only get when you've

low, all that's left to

right now? I'm fucking

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That's it.

the shit out of

mine in the

be put down, and for that to happen,

where I won't be kicked out anytime Enoch

back whether he likes it or

going to work for her.

my phone and call the one person

has a contact or

fourth ring. "Taryn, it's two

being held

Beta Jacob's number," I

of silence.

no. What

“Nothing illegal.” Technically.

lying. Your lying voice

my nose. "I'm gonna be

caretaker."

she

want the whole

emotionally tortured

on bad terms because of the article?

that'll jog

shit, you're serious," she whispers, voice dropping like she's scared

next room over. "You're going in through his

stop me if she wants me

"And if he tries?"

he can throw a tantrum while I spoon-feed his grandmother applesauce and remind her

the line. "Okay, damn. I'll send

"Thanks, Zoe."

back, bitch. But also don't die. Like, seriously. I'm

enough to plan a