Chapter 98

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Who in the world is it? I'm beginning to think the Goddess really is sending people to ruin my relationship with Enoch. As if reading my mind, the driver looks at me in the rearview mirror, smiling. "It's Mr. Calloway," the driver says, as if he's casually mentioning the weather.

"Liam? My boss?" I ask and he nods. What is he doing in the p-

I don't even have time to process that before the energy inside the car goes feral.

I turn to Enoch beside me and my eyes widen as I watch his jaw ticks. One second, two. His palm tightens over his thigh, and his nostrils flare just a bit.

That's all. There's no words. No growls this time. But the vibe is unmistakable-if Liam has any surviving grandparents, they probably just keeled over.

Well boss, you're definitely fucked.

I know Enoch might just be on the verge of letting me go, but wolves-our wolves, do not have that kind of choice. You either have mates, you reject them to let them go, or you don't.

Enoch and I... we're still mates.

And it absolutely doesn't help that our wolves, most especially his are on the royal bloodline, while mine is of royal court- my deceased father's.

This is why the Moon has turned crimson when we both came in the Woodridge Pack. It turned crimson on both of our acceptance ceremonies. The Goddess isn't accepting us to be part of other packs.

We slowly belong in the Imperial Pack.

"He said it's urgent," I was pulled out of my thoughts when the driver added. Stop talking, Sir. Your Alpha here is one second away from blowing this vehicle.

He's staring on the road as if doesn't want to be part of this testosterone crime scene. "He's been waiting in the west garden."

Enoch hums. Not in the nice, vibey way. No, definitely not. But in the somebody's- about-to-die-and-l-won't-even-hide-the-body kind of way.

It absolutely doesn't help that I know Enoch's a fucking kickboxer too. I can't let him kickbox the fuck out of Liam.

I should really stay silent. Let it blow over. But I'm a petty bitch with trauma and half a pack's worth of pent-up emotional constipation.

"Oh," I

say, brightly. "He must've come to congratulate me. It's my council debut and all that. A big moment for me"

Enoch looks at me. Those forest greens are sharp, heavy, and most definitely not amused.

And still, I smile.

I know you, baby. You still want me. A person playing a role will eventually forget their lines. I have to pay attention, this act of yours cannot go on forever.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" I ask, grinning at him. His brows props up, as if he didn't think I would have the audacity.

"Is my disinterest so unfathomable to you?" He seethes. I lean in closer, but he doesn't pull away. Oh Enoch, as confident as

think you are right now. I could hear your breath hitching underneath me.

you

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"Then... is my attraction so meaningless to you?" I pout, so close to his face. You're gonna fall again soon. Very soon.

Game on, Your Majesty.

By the time we get back to the palace, I'm practically buzzing.

The second the car stops, Enoch's already opening his door as if it has personally offended him.

"Wait for m-"I follow him out but is cut off when I immediately spot Liam leaning by one of the stone benches near the rose archway. His tie's loose, sleeves rolled, hair slightly tousled-corporate hot and smug as hell.

I'm still not over what he did back in the apartment, but I'lll get over it.

I smile, walking over to

Liam grins. "Taryn."

"You made it."

His gaze flicks past me for a beat. Yeah, the King's

definitely didn't think that," Enoch says behind me, his deep ass voice dripping in sarcasm as though he's fighting off a cough made of bile. Oh come on. "We've all been tending

and

things to tend to now, don't

lingering, I'm-not-done-with-you

looping my arm through his.

even have to look back to know

up in the side garden-less guards, more privacy. I

stands beside it, hands

manicured hedges like he's searching for

you'd actually come,"

looked like you were drowning with him behind you," he says. "Figured someone should check

do." I gesture to my

your

you, I thought you were just another ballsy intern who'd crash and

eyes at him,

more like

before it turns into a full blown laugh. Gasoline? Matches? "You're terrible at

in his

leans his hands on the fountain edge beside

though. You were

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the guts to even go

swallow, look at him.

expression shifts, softens.

cry, or kiss him-or maybe

those would fix

"I'm surviving." I reply.

not the

yet, I'm not

a beat. Until he says something that makes my

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palace archive," he says slowly, "of the King's former fiance-her last movements before her... accident. I saw it

was surveillance footage redacted and

body

a palace that doesn't

can only mean one thing-somebody didn't want Celeste's last

And I

Brooke.

Celeste was crying after her father scolded her. I think

handle it," Brooke

me and Enoch kissing on the balcony exploded

was the chaos Enoch and

handle it, didn't she? Like

clipped. "Can

"Maybe. I don't have the clearance

friends. I can try."

"I need it."

hardens slightly. "You think

know someone

slowly. "I'll get what I can. But...

I glance up.

not doing this to get something from you. I just want to

I fucked up back

softens. I was at fault there too for being close to giving in because of the alcohol. It's not entirely his fault. I scratch the

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