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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.

I really don't need

leaning against my

Of course.

closer. His usual scowl is gone, replaced by something I can't read-soft? Guilty?

is Enoch's fucking office and Brooke's hand on

a fucked-up lullaby.

time for anything-anyone

says carefully. "Can I talk to

walk past him and unlock the door, ready to shove it open,

to say... I'm sorry. For the other night. I shouldn't

turn around. My fingers shake

I murmur. It's not a

let

And I see it. The sincerity. The guilt. But it's

Nothing's enough right now.

His

my face. "Are you

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That makes me stop.

blink. Don't

first time tonight, I

say yes. That's the easy way out. But the thing about me

is that I never take

fire and then act shocked

a journalist for,

was the

I know

who killed

who he

know who

I gonna dream of now?

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

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

grabs my wrist-not tight, not rough, just... there. And

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

Good. Join the

can I do?" he says, and the quiet in his voice throws me. "To make up for what I

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

And I mean it. I'm not angry about the kiss.

just stands in front of me as though he's deciding between pushing his luck and backing off. I close the door in his face before

Fuck it.

shut, I exhale like I've been holding my breath for a damn

that doesn't mean

And yeah, he had his reasons-I was the reason, sure-but he also fucking

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

you only

that's left to do

now? I'm fucking

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That's it.

the shit out of my man, but he's still my

mine

bitch needs to be put down, and for that to happen, I need to be in

be

him back whether he likes it or now. I'll take

going to work for her. As she

one person

a contact or

on the fourth ring. "Taryn, it's

being held hostage

Beta Jacob's number," I

beat of

What are you

“Nothing illegal.” Technically.

Your lying voice is right

sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I'm gonna be

caretaker."

Then she screams. "What

want the whole building to

Babe. Sweetie. My emotionally tortured bestie. Are you insane?

supposed to be on bad terms because of the article? How is he

that'll

you're serious," she whispers, voice dropping

eavesdropping from the next room over.

me

"And if he tries?"

can throw a tantrum while I spoon-feed his grandmother applesauce and remind her that I'm great with

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

"Thanks, Zoe."

also don't die.

plan a funeral right

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