Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 97 Chapter 97

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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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as I stare at my mate. At

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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, please. Please make him love

forest green eyes fixed on the idiot who tried to put me in my place.

growled for

I wanna kiss him for

smirk. "Any other

No one speaks.

his throat. "Miss Sinclair. You've been heard. Can committee

it three days," I say. "Unless you're scared

few coughs

Meeting adjourned.

submit your formal proposal

up, legs steady now even though my heart's still

trailing me like a threat

doesn't even blink when I brush past him. Oh come on. Come closer,

have any plans after

"No," He drops.

tomorrow then?" I bite

anything as I move closer to him. Ugh,

Fine. Okay then.

silent, broody mess. He defended me back there. I

out of the council chamber and into the car. Enoch gets

door slamming shut behind me with

Silence.

look out the window, like I'm not

into my side

And then-

great back

head snaps toward

Is that... praise?

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

finally pull that steel rod out of your

jaw clenches and I relish at the thought of getting

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my name. It's sharp. Impatient. I

it's though he wants to fuck me or kill

that.

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

he saved e there. Right in that

every way a person can be

speaks now, and it's nice?" I pretend to act shock, putting my

in his lip. It's

trouble now, shall we? I lean in a little, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his neck. Ilet my lips brush

it, Blackwell. I

sits stiffly, not

could feel our

their place. You loved