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

against my

Of course.

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

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

a fucked-up lullaby.

time for anything-anyone

says carefully. "Can I talk

him and unlock the door, ready to shove it open, but he keeps

For the

around. My fingers shake against the

I murmur. It's not a question. It's not even

won't let it,"

see it.

Nothing's enough right now.

His

"Are you

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That makes me stop.

blink.

first time tonight, I meet

the easy way out. But the thing about me that I

hate is that I never take

myself into the fire and then

only thing I even became a journalist for, my entire life, is

it. That was

I know

know who killed

who

know who

am I gonna dream of now? Where do I go from

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

past him and into my apartment and Liam follows

he says, and his hand grabs my wrist-not tight, not rough, just... there. And I pause.

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

Good.

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

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

angry about the kiss. I'm angry about everything

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

Fuck it.

second it clicks shut, I exhale like I've been holding my breath for a damn week. My fingers curl into

that doesn't mean I'm

his reasons-I was the reason, sure-but he also

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

kind you only get when you've

fucking low, all that's left to do is

now?

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That's it.

might have comforted the shit out of my man, but he's

to be mine in the

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

be

him back whether he likes it or

work for her. As

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

has a

ring. "Taryn, it's two

held hostage

Beta Jacob's number,"

beat of

no. What are you

“Nothing illegal.” Technically.

Your lying

the bridge of my nose. "I'm gonna be the Dowager

caretaker."

she screams. "What the

want the whole building to

Babe. Sweetie. My emotionally tortured

bad terms because of the article? How is he going to react if he finds you back

that'll jog

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

from the next room over. "You're

can't stop me if she wants

"And if he tries?"

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

of the

"Thanks, Zoe."

also

plan a funeral right