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,

screeches like a kettle boiling

finally break free by jerking my elbow into Enoch's ribs, practically dislocating my shoulder in the process,.

A bucket of glitter.

fistful of it, hurling it straight down his

I just dumped

looking down in horror at

"You dared," he growls.

hard I double

do it again," I

stoic, covered in white shines, blinking slowly

all his life

"1

Your Majesty," I wheeze out

entire bag of

are dead," Jacob mutters, spitting out

laugh. I didn't realize how

chest, even if it's

deep down, that cold, slithering fear still lingers. Brooke's

stuck

head that it's

in

I'm choosing not to

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doesn't stop

table with glass ornaments in front of us for the Unity Ball auction tomorrow, and I'm still finding glitter in Enoch's hair. We're supposed to

vote which are

am definitely not blessed at art. "What are you doing?" I demand, peering over

it protectively.

you keep scowling," I tell

paint,

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gonna stick

the last thing you see

Zoe sighs

off, grabbing my

green psycho eyes and exaggerated

little

it, I scrawl: King

a tiny wolf, a silver one... with " Property of Enoch" scrawled underneath in aggressive

hear Eris mumble and my heart leaps a

my face proudly like a goddamn caveman showing off his kill. "Subtle," I say dryly.

a

over, eyebrow raised, flashing me his own

shock, Zoe wins. She painted a

Enoch in the

A good one, honestly.

blind," Enoch grumbles, tossing his

just mad I didn't paint your

think you're

that says

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practice

I can definitely

mind is still trying to process out his dancing

his amnesia but he's still so good

one, two-Taryn, you're

smile, deliberately grinding my heel

say with zero

warns low, grabbing

cripple me before the

ear, the bastard.

sweetly. "You'd

normal person,

brushes the floor-

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kisses me like he doesn't give

weak. His kiss deepens

from the sidelines. "Get a

off without

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night, it's just me and Zoe in our room, giggling like