Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King
Chapter 117
CHAPTER 115
The next morning feels as though someone shoved a sock down my throat and dared me to sprint a marathon. It was thee total contrary of what had happened last night's break down.
I don't know what the fuck is in the air today, but it feels lighter. Almost... buoyant.
'You were a bitch just a few hours ago.' Eris murmurs in the back of my mind and I internally roll my eyes at her. As if I was the only one who lashed out. I walk over to the guest room of the palace where Zoe has been staying since Jacob invited her to help with the Unity Ball.
"We need to move," I called out and I hear her murmur 'bitch' as she wakes up from her
slumber.
It took a couple of minutes as I stare straight into the vanity mirror, staring at the auburn eyes of the woman in front of me. A smile spreads on my face, remembering my mate's words last night.
"If we're gonna burn, then we'll burn together, baby." A grin slips past my lips as I swipe my lip balm before fixing everything else.
Get a grip, Taryn, tomorrow's the big day.
I drag myself into the giant ballroom with a now chattering Zoe at my side, arms full of
decorations, glitter, fake snow, and enough ribbon to strangle a damn elephant.
"Smile, Taryn!" Zoe chirps, almost dropping a box of glass ornaments on my foot. "It's a decorating day, not a funeral."
"Same thing," I mutter, shoving a chair into place with my hip. My hands still feel raw from last night-clutching too tightly, holding onto someone who wasn't mine to keep.
"Move your ass, Sinclair," Jacob barks from across the room, grinning like a hyena.
"Eat shit, Wyatt," I shoot back automatically.
He smirks.
We start the decorating with all the pack members' eyes on the four of us. The Alpha King, his Beta, an Omega, and a clueless human. A bunch of people you would not expect to be helping with the decorations.
Most especially Enoch.
Zoe moves to one of the cabinets and drags a plastic crate bigger than her entire body, bitching under her breath about how "they always make the hot girls do the heavy lifting" while Jacob leans against the nearest pillar like he's posing for a goddamn. magazine cover.
And Enoch.
Of course,
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Enoch's stalking around the ballroom in that lazy, predatory way like he owns the entire fucking place-which, technically, he does-but today he's decided to 'help.'
Which apparently means sabotage.
Black Henley stretched over his chest, jeans hanging low on his hips, forest green eyes locked onto me like I'm the last drinkable thing in the desert.
I pretend not to notice to which I absolutely fail miserably. Last night was both our hearts raw on each other's hands. I sure as heck know it was the most intimate we've
ever been.
Nothing would separate us now. I just need to announce to the whole world who I am. A daughter of the Lancasters-one worthy to be Queen. His Queen.
Zoe and I are wrapping the massive support beams with silk ribbons, trying to make the ballroom look less like a haunted Victorian murder house, when it happens.
"Don't even think about it," I snap without looking.
"Think about what, Omega?" Enoch's voice practically purrs from behind me.
I turn just in time to catch him mid-smirk, a thick ribbon looped casually around his fingers like he's already imagining me tied up in it.
“You tie me up and I'll shove that fucking ribbon so far up your ass, they'll have to surgically remove it," I warn.
Jacob actually snorts from across the room.
"Hot," Enoch says, and before I can blink, he lunges-fast as a goddamn viper- snatching my wrist and spinning me like I weigh nothing.
The silk wraps around me quick, a blur of forest green and muscle and a wicked grin.
"Hey-HEY!" I shriek, trying to fight him off, but my arms are pinned to my sides, the ribbon circling me like a boa constrictor on meth. I yelp, spinning, but it's too late- Enoch's behind me, laughing under his breath, yanking the final knot tight.
"You son of a bitch!" I wriggle, glaring over my shoulder. The pack members immediately look at me and I swear one of them gives a disgusting look. Jokes on you, I'm the only one who gets to call him like this.
Your powerful King kneels in front of a lowly woman.
"Language, Omega," he murmurs, smirking as the absolute bastard he is.
Across the room, Jacob is tying Zoe up like a holiday roast while she shrieks.
"We're being attacked!" Zoe shouts to the rest of the pack members, who are just standing there blinking as if someone dropped acid in the water supply. "Help! Tyranny! Abuse!"
Nobody moves. Some are even laughing. Actual warriors. Useless.
"You're all children!" I bark out, half-laughing, half-plotting murder. "Literal, grown-ass
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toddlers."
Jacob says, tossing
screeches like a
into Enoch's ribs, practically dislocating my shoulder in the
A bucket of glitter.
fistful of it, hurling it straight down his shirt collar. He
as if I just dumped acid
down in horror at
"You dared," he growls.
so hard I double over,
I grin, breathless
covered in white shines,
all his
"1
shiny now, Your Majesty," I
safe either. Zoe dumps an entire bag of fake snow on his head like
are dead," Jacob mutters,
it feels good to laugh. I didn't
chest, even if it's
if deep down, that cold, slithering fear still lingers. Brooke's words
stuck
that it's
in
today, I'm choosing
***
chaos doesn't stop
and I'm still finding glitter in Enoch's hair. We're supposed to
decides to vote which are the
not blessed at art. "What are
it protectively.
Enoch, "If you keep scowling," I tell him, dabbing a
paint,
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is gonna stick
the last thing you see before
sighs
roll my eyes but back off, grabbing my
Enoch-big green psycho eyes and exaggerated wolf ears-crying. Like
little
it, I scrawl:
finally reveals his masterpiece, it's a tiny wolf, a silver one... with " Property of Enoch" scrawled underneath in aggressive
Eris mumble and my heart
like a goddamn caveman showing off his kill. "Subtle," I say dryly. "Really nailed the 'creepy obsessive
a boyfriend, baby.
eyebrow raised, flashing
time comes, and to nobody's shock,
me punching Enoch
A good one, honestly.
Enoch grumbles, tossing
didn't paint your abs,”
think you're funny,"
grin that says you love
***
into a dance practice from hell. Jacob's barking waltz
I can
still trying to process out his dancing experience.
with his amnesia but he's still so
three, one, two-Taryn,
deliberately grinding my heel into
say with
he warns low, grabbing my
the
ear, the bastard.
grin sweetly. "You'd still look
of sticking to the steps like a normal person,
brushes the floor-
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doesn't give
my knees go weak. His kiss deepens and my knees melt as his
Christ," Zoe groans loudly from the sidelines. "Get a room before
without breaking the kiss.
***
it's just me and Zoe in our room,
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