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.

I really don't need

against my apartment

Of course.

closer. His usual scowl is gone, replaced by something I

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

a fucked-up lullaby.

time for

says carefully. "Can I

him and unlock the door, ready to shove

sorry. For the other night.

turn around. My fingers shake against the door handle. "It won't

not a question.

won't let it,"

see

Nothing's enough right now.

His

"Are you gonna quit the

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That makes me stop.

blink.

tonight, I meet his eyes. Really

the easy way out. But the thing about me that

I never take

into the fire and then

a journalist for, my entire life, is to dig

was the dream. My

I know

know who

know who he

I know who

am I gonna dream of now? Where do I go

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

and into my apartment and Liam follows

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

is it, Liam? I really... don't wanna hear this

Good. Join

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

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

angry about the kiss. I'm angry about everything

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

Fuck it.

like I've been holding my breath for a damn week. My fingers curl into my palm. I'm

doesn't mean

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

against the door. My chest tightens. Not

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

low, all that's left

now? I'm

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That's it.

out of my man, but he's

mine in the

put down, and for that to

won't be kicked out anytime

he likes it

for her.

and call the one person I know

has a contact

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

being held hostage

Jacob's number,"

beat of

fuck no. What are

“Nothing illegal.” Technically.

lying. Your lying voice is

pinching the bridge of my nose.

caretaker."

she screams.

you want

tortured bestie. Are you insane? Aren't

His Majesty supposed to be on bad terms because of the article? How is he going to react if he

mutter. "Maybe that'll jog his goddamn

she whispers,

be eavesdropping from the next room over. "You're

He can't stop me if she wants me

"And if he tries?"

grandmother applesauce and remind

the line. "Okay, damn.

"Thanks, Zoe."

our King back, bitch. But also don't

to plan a