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.

don't need this

is leaning against my

Of course.

me, but doesn't move closer. His usual scowl is gone, replaced by something

look away. My chest tightens. All I can think about is Enoch's fucking office and Brooke's hand on his

a fucked-up lullaby.

time

carefully. "Can

answer. I walk past him and unlock the door, ready to shove it open, but he

I'm sorry. For the

turn around. My fingers shake against the door

a question. It's not even an

let

my shoulder. And I see it. The sincerity. The guilt. But it's not

Nothing's enough right now.

His

search my face. "Are you gonna quit

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That makes me stop.

don't blink. Don't

time tonight, I meet his eyes. Really meet

out. But the thing about

that I never

into the fire and then act shocked

thing I even became a journalist for, my

was it. That was

I know

who killed

know who he

I know who

of now? Where do I

"I'll... think about it," I

and into my apartment and Liam follows in.

grabs my wrist-not tight, not

is it,

frustrated. Good. Join

quiet in his voice throws me. "To make

wants to fix us- whatever us is—but because he's

it. I'm not angry about the kiss. I'm angry about everything

as though he's deciding between pushing his luck and backing off.

Fuck it.

breath for a damn week. My

that doesn't mean I'm

reasons-I was the reason, sure-but he also fucking threw me out like I

My chest tightens. Not from sadness-this isn't the kind of

The kind you only get when you've been torn

that's

now? I'm fucking

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That's it.

might have comforted the shit out of my

be mine in the

down, and for that to happen, I

I won't be kicked

back whether he likes it or now. I'll

going to work for her. As she

out my phone and call the one person I know who never shuts

always has a contact

fourth ring. "Taryn, it's two

or being held hostage by hot

Beta Jacob's number," I

of

fuck no. What are

“Nothing illegal.” Technically.

Your lying voice is

the bridge of my nose.

caretaker."

pause. Then she screams.

Shut up! Do you want the

My emotionally tortured bestie. Are you insane?

because of the article? How is he going to react if he

I mutter. "Maybe that'll jog

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

room over. "You're going in

He can't stop me if she wants

"And if he tries?"

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

of the line. "Okay, damn.

"Thanks, Zoe."

bitch. But also don't die. Like,

to plan a funeral