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

one breath, I let

even hit the ground. My paws land hard

shred. Roots splinter. I'm a fucking weapon now, and the world is my

a rabbit.

see a deer. It tries

Wrong move.

it open mid-leap, blood splashing across my snout, hot and

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 against the stars and shatters whatever was left of

to pray.

My paws are caked in dirt and dried blood. My fur's matted. My chest heaves like I'm seconds away

CHAPTER 120

when I see

A flash of blue.

No.

Not blue.

Sapphire.

trees up ahead-graceful, frantic. The same color dress she wore that night. The night everything

Taryn?

I freeze.

over completely. I start to move toward the figure, lips peeling back, body

But then-

the hell

into my head like a

Ball, the Council's panicking, and-fuck, are you

I snarl.

Not now.

the connection's open. I can't

was never real. Like

away.

the earth. My breathing slows. Just enough for the

I don't respond.

I just stand there.

Rotting.

***

The floor is nothing but footprints and smudged champagne stains. The laughter and the sounds of the nobility have all turned into whispers behind closed doors. Secrets. Fear.

Fuck them.

my mind's still tangled in Taryn's name. The one name that's been gnawing at

"Enoch, where are you?"

balcony doors open and leaping out into the night. The wind hits my face like a slap, raw and biting. I shift

But that'll come later.

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 I've been doing is

like

fucking knows-across the floor. I can't remember what I did, only that I was fighting to

without saying a word. He's already walking in, eyes flicking over the carnage, his lips pulling into a grim line. He doesn't say anything either, but I can see the

my voice rough

know it wasn't her.

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