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

breath,

hit the ground. My paws land hard on the dirt with a

like they're the enemy. Leaves shred. Roots

see a rabbit. I

deer. It tries to

Wrong move.

it open mid-leap, blood splashing across my snout, hot and thick and not enough. Nothing

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.

to pray.

paws are caked in dirt and dried blood. My

CHAPTER 120

when I see

A flash of blue.

No.

Not blue.

Sapphire.

frantic. The same color dress she wore that night.

Taryn?

I freeze.

my head like he's ready to take over completely. I

But then-

the hell are

head like a blade. Cold.

the Ball, the

I snarl.

Not now.

I can't

Like she was never real. Like it was just another hallucination. Another fucking reminder that

away.

into the earth. My breathing slows. Just enough for

I don't respond.

I just stand there.

Rotting.

***

and smudged champagne stains. The laughter and the sounds of

Fuck them.

should've been expecting it, but my mind's still tangled in Taryn's

"Enoch, where are you?"

night. The wind hits my face like a slap, raw and

But that'll come later.

heavily on the stone floor of my office, the sound of my feet hitting the ground echoing in the silence. I stand there for a second, letting the anger, the rage, the frustration roll through me. Fucking hell. I was supposed to be something more than this. A king. But all

looks like

chaos from when I was too out of my mind to care. There are streaks of blood -mine, 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

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

my voice rough with the storm inside

wasn't her.

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