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 drama right

is leaning against my

Of course.

straightens up when he sees me, but doesn't move closer. His usual scowl is gone, replaced by something I can't read-soft?

away. My chest tightens. All I can think about is Enoch's fucking office and Brooke's hand on his shoulder and that damn sentence replaying in my

a fucked-up lullaby.

have time for

Liam says carefully. "Can I talk

walk past him and unlock the

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

turn around. My fingers shake against

a question. It's not

won't let

my shoulder. And I see it. The sincerity. The guilt. But

Nothing's enough right now.

His

my face. "Are you gonna

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That makes me stop.

blink.

I meet his

easy way out.

is that I never take the easy

myself into the fire and

became a journalist for, my entire life,

That was the

know

know who killed my

who he

know

gonna dream of now? Where do I go from

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

and into my apartment and Liam follows in. Of fucking

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

puffed eyes. "What is it, Liam? I really... don't wanna

Good.

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

he means it. Not because he wants to fix us- whatever us is—but because he's not used to

I mean it. I'm not angry about the

in front of me as though he's deciding between

Fuck it.

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

mean I'm giving

And yeah, he had his reasons-I was the reason,

door. My chest tightens. Not from sadness-this isn't the kind of crying-on-the-bathroom-floor

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

low, all that's

right now?

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That's it.

shit out of my

to be mine in the

to be put down, and for

be kicked out anytime Enoch

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

for her. As

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

a contact

on the fourth ring. "Taryn, it's two in the fucking morning.

held hostage by

Beta Jacob's number,"

of silence.

fuck no. What are

“Nothing illegal.” Technically.

lying. Your lying voice is

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

caretaker."

Then she

Shut up! Do you want the whole building

emotionally tortured bestie. Are

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

I mutter. "Maybe that'll jog

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

room over.

can't stop me if she

"And if he tries?"

a tantrum while I spoon-feed his grandmother applesauce

the other end of the line. "Okay, damn. I'll send you

"Thanks, Zoe."

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

plan