Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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"So, I think..."I pause. Not because I don't know what I want to say. But because the silence in this damn room feels like trying to breathe in a fucking grave.

All eyes. Every damn pair of ancient Alpha eyes locked on me like I just stripped naked and danced on the table.

No one talks. Not even Enoch.

Good. Go ahead, underestimate me.

Let me set this shit straight.

"I think," I say louder this time, chin lifted, "if you're trying to sell this whole 'Unity of the Species' crap to the public, maybe stop planning it like a retirement fundraiser for washed-up alphas."

A low chuckle breaks from someone in the back. Another Alpha snorts. One actually nods, arms crossed over his massive chest like he's impressed.

Others, however...

Yeah, they're seething.

That guy from earlier the dick with the white beard and overcompensating leather vest-leans forward like he's about to pounce.

"You think you can speak like that in front of a council?" he snaps. "You're just "

"Just what?" I shoot back. "Say it. An Omega? A girl? An outsider? Whatever little insult you're choking on, spit it out, grandpa."

His eyes narrow. The vein on his temple throbs so hard I half expect it to explode and do us all a favor.

"I've planned events that saved lives. Fundraisers that actually raised funds. Ceremonies that didn't look like they were designed by a blind elder wolf with a Pinterest account," I say, arms crossed.

"You want the people to believe in your so-called unity? Then show them something new. Show them progress. Not another sad-ass ballroom dinner with crystal nameplates and stale pastries."

My voice echoes.

The tension could slice skin.

White-beard Alpha's mouth opens again like he's about to double down on his own stupidity, and I brace for it-ready to fire back with a smile and another verbal grenade. But I don't have to.

A low, gravelly sound rips through the room.

A warning.

A dangerous growl that rattles the room. Coming from the King's chair. Those forest green eyes turns icy as they run through the no-balls old men at the table.

"Say one more thing and see what happens, Goffman." Enoch trails off, and a shiver runs down my spine.

Everyone immediately shuts up. Including White-beard. Goddamn right you should be scared of him. When has a monster

You cannot play games in the presence of Enoch Blackwell. Do not ever think you're even capable of that.

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at my mate. At those

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aching, my need for love. I don't want ot beg, but Goddess-oh Goddess, please.

throne-like chair, forest green eyes fixed on the idiot who tried to put me in my place. But the

bastard growled for

wanna kiss him

Taryn! Instead, I smirk. "Any other critiques? Or do I

No one speaks.

"Miss Sinclair. You've been heard. Can committee by

"Unless you're scared I'll outshine your

few coughs

Meeting adjourned.

submit your formal

legs steady now even though my heart's still hammering like

a threat and a promise all at once. But he doesn't say

when I brush past him. Oh come on. Come closer, baby.

be your sickening desire. "Do you have any plans after this?" I smile,

"No," He drops.

about tomorrow then?"

doesn't say anything as I move closer to him. Ugh, Goddess, help

Fine. Okay then.

mess. He defended me back

step out of the council chamber and into the

behind me with

Silence.

out the window, like I'm not

my side of the

And then-

did great back

snaps

Is that... praise?

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okay? Did you just... compliment me? Do I need to check if

fairy godmother finally pull that steel rod

and I relish at the thought of

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says my name. It's sharp. Impatient. I may

but it's though he wants to fuck me

that.

ways than one.

saved e there. Right in that

saved me in every way

grin. "What? I'm just saying. I'm shocked. The King speaks now, and it's nice?" I pretend to act shock, putting my hand on my chest and letting my

twitch in his lip. It's as if he's biting back a

lean in a little, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his neck. Ilet my lips brush his collar, inhaling his musky scent. Even his scent is manly. How in

Fall for it, Blackwell. I know you're obsessed with me

stiffly,

feel our heat entangling itself. "Me standing

their place. You loved it, didn't