Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 122

CHAPTER 120

CHAPTER 120

THE NIGHT OF THE UNITY BALL

ENOCH

"I love you. Please, baby. "Isn't that worth anything to you?"

I can't fucking breathe.

The second I say it, I fucking feel it. That slow, echoing crack in my chest, right where her voice used to soothe the chaos.

"Not anymore."

The second the words leave my mouth, the world stops. Dead quiet. LEven the gods are holding their breath. She's still looking at me. Fuck, she's still looking at me like I didn't just gut both of us alive with four fucking words.

I don't look back.

I walk.

My footsteps are heavy. Weighted. Not with guilt-because guilt would mean I believe I'm the villain here. No. No, fuck that. I'm the one bleeding out every time she walks away. I'm the one who begged her to stay. I told her shit I've never said to a soul. And for what?

To get slaughtered in front of the entire fucking realm?

To have the most vulnerable part of me broadcasted like a goddamn reality show?

The Maldives video. That fucking video.

I don't care if she "didn't mean to." I don't care if she "tried to stop it." Intentions don't mean shit when the whole world saw me on my knees. Screaming. Begging for a god I don't even believe in.

My hand slams into the office door, and I kick it open so hard the hinges scream. The second it shuts behind me, I lose it. Papers scatter like fucking snow as I swipe every single thing off my desk. Candlesticks. Frames. A globe that slams into the bookshelf with a crack. The sound of glass breaking doesn't even register anymore. I need more. I need wreckage.

"You're a fucking idiot," I growl, slamming my fists into the desk until it splits. "Fucking weak, spineless-what did you expect, huh? That she'd choose you over the truth?"

Go to her.

The voice is feral. Ragged. My wolf is awake now-awake and clawing at the inside of my skull like a rabid dog.

Mate. She's our mate.

"Fuck you," I snap, out loud, dragging both hands through my hair like it'll stop me from combusting. "She's a fucking traitor."

She didn't leak it-

"She let it happen!" I roar, punching the wall so hard my knuckles split. Blood trickles down my fingers and I want more of it. I want to bleed until I can't remember her fucking eyes. Until the memory of her voice isn't tattooed into my fucking bones.

I tear open the balcony doors, stepping into the icy slap of midnight air. It burns. It's not enough.

I strip off my shirt, shaking with rage as I stare down at the forest below. The moon glares at me like she's disappointed.

Join the fucking

one breath, I

as I shift before I even hit the ground. My

shred. Roots splinter. I'm a fucking weapon

see a rabbit. I

a deer. It

Wrong move.

splashing across my snout, hot and thick and not enough. Nothing is

kill everything that moves. Everything that breathes. Birds scatter before I can reach them. Trees crack under my weight. The forest becomes a graveyard of my rage, and I don't stop. I can't stop. Not until the screaming in my head goes silent. I howl once-raw, ragged, unholy. The sound scrapes

to pray.

the sky before I even realize how long I've been out here. My paws are caked in dirt and dried blood. My fur's matted. My chest heaves like I'm seconds away from tearing out my own

CHAPTER 120

I

A flash of blue.

No.

Not blue.

Sapphire.

frantic. The same color dress she

Taryn?

I freeze.

head like he's ready to take over completely. I start to move toward

But then-

hell

my head like a blade. Cold.

Ball, the Council's

I snarl.

Not now.

the connection's open. I can't shut him

the trees. Gone. Like she was never real. Like

away.

earth. My breathing slows. Just enough for the

I don't respond.

I just stand there.

Rotting.

***

floor is nothing but footprints and smudged champagne stains. The laughter and the sounds of

Fuck them.

sharp and insistent. I should've been expecting it, but my mind's still tangled in Taryn's name. The one name that's been gnawing at me like a fucking

"Enoch, where are you?"

like a slap, raw

But that'll come later.

the anger, the rage, the frustration roll through me. Fucking hell. I was supposed to be something more than this. A king. But

office looks like a

his, who fucking knows-across the floor. I can't remember what I did, only that I was fighting to drown out the thoughts of her. But it doesn't fucking work. It

eyes flicking over the carnage, his lips pulling into a grim line. He doesn't say anything either, but I can see the judgment there. He's known me long enough to know

she?" I snap, my voice rough with

it wasn't her. It wasn't Taryn who played

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