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 forest green

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Oh, Enoch. I don't want to beg. I know you can feel it. The longing, the aching, my need for love. I don't want ot beg, but Goddess-oh Goddess,

green eyes fixed on the idiot who tried to put me in my place. But the dangerous calm in his expression is sharper than

bastard growled

holy shit, I wanna kiss him for

smirk. "Any other critiques? Or do I get

No one speaks.

finally clears his throat. "Miss Sinclair.

I say. "Unless you're scared I'll

coughs cover

Meeting adjourned.

submit your formal proposal to

steady now even though my heart's still hammering like

watching me again, his gaze trailing me like a threat and a promise all at once. But he doesn't say

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

me be your sickening desire. "Do you have any plans after

"No," He drops.

tomorrow then?"

say anything as I move closer to him. Ugh, Goddess, help

Fine. Okay then.

him simmer in his own silent, broody mess. He defended me back there. I think

and into the car. Enoch

shut behind

Silence.

the window,

bleeding into my

And then-

great back

head snaps

Is that... praise?

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you just... compliment me? Do I need

or did some fairy godmother finally pull that steel rod out of your

clenches and I relish at the

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

he wants to fuck me or kill me-maybe both.

that.

let this man ruin me in many ways than one. Ever since I found him

saved e there.

saved me in every way a person can be

saying. I'm shocked. The King speaks now, and it's nice?" I pretend to act shock, putting

rolls his eyes, but I catch the tiniest twitch in his lip. It's as if he's biting back

lean in a little, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his neck. Ilet

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

sits stiffly,

could feel our heat

place. You