Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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."

'fun-loving entrepreneurs," Jacob says, tossing Zoe

she weighs nothing. She screeches like

in the

A bucket of glitter.

a fistful of it, hurling it straight down his shirt

if I just dumped acid on

down in horror

"You dared," he growls.

cackle so hard I

again," I grin, breathless

there stoic, covered in

his

"1

now, Your Majesty," I wheeze out between giggles.

dumps an entire bag of fake

Jacob mutters, spitting out

I didn't realize how much I

chest, even

that cold, slithering fear

stuck

that

in

today, I'm choosing not to drown in

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chaos doesn't

with glass ornaments in front of us for the Unity Ball auction tomorrow, and I'm

decides to vote which are the best paintings and I'm already waving my

am definitely not blessed at art. "What are you

covers it

I tell him, dabbing a

paint,

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gonna

the last thing you see before

sighs

but back off, grabbing my own ornament and a brush. I paint

green psycho eyes and exaggerated wolf

little

I scrawl: King

his masterpiece, it's a tiny wolf, a silver one... with " Property of Enoch" scrawled underneath in

and my heart leaps a million miles.

showing off his kill. "Subtle," I say dryly.

winks. "Not a

eyebrow raised, flashing

time comes, and to nobody's shock, Zoe

punching Enoch

A good one, honestly.

Enoch grumbles, tossing his

didn't paint your abs,”

you're funny," he

grin that says

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we're dragged into a dance practice from hell. Jacob's

sergeant. I can definitely see him being

trying to process out his

but he's

three, one, two-Taryn, you're

my

say with zero

warns

me before the Ball, Omega?" he murmurs low

ear, the bastard.

sweetly. "You'd

the steps like a normal person, he dips me

brushes the floor-

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doesn't give a single fuck

my chest, pooling lower, making my knees go weak. His kiss deepens and my knees melt as

the sidelines. "Get a room before I

her off without breaking

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me and Zoe in our room,