Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 123

CHAPTER 121

CHAPTER 121

ENOCH

The fucking paper won't stop shaking.

It's not my hands. It's this cursed, pathetic excuse for a goodbye. Thin and too clean-smells like her. A whisper of lavender, something floral and too soft for the mess she left behind.

I don't blink. I don't breathe. Not until I tear it open.

The letter's inside-folded neatly like she gave a shit about presentation. Typical Taryn. Even when she's leaving, she does it with a ribbon and a bow.

I'm not ready to read it.

But I do anyway.

Something small slides out and hits the table. Tink. A black microchip. I stare at it for a second, my heart already punching through my ribcage as though it's trying to escape the moment.

I unfold the letter. My eyes scan the page first. Her handwriting is still goddamn perfect. I fucking hate that I recognize her curves before her words.

Enoch,

If you're reading this, it means I'm already gone. And no, not because I betrayed you-l never could. You know that. Deep down, past the rage. You know that. I never meant to hurt you. Not when I left, not when I hesitated.

The video that played at the Unity Ball wasn't me. I was going to stop it-I did stop

it. But someone took the file. I don't know who, but I'll find out. I promise.

This chip has something that belongs to you. To us. The real story, the one I wanted to tell. Not for the world, but for you.

I loved you. God, I still do. I don't know how to stop.

I don't expect you to believe me right now. Maybe not even ever. But one day, when it stops burning-when the bloodlust fades and your silence doesn't sound like war drums-I hope you'll play it.

Loving you was never the mistake.

And if there's a next life-I'd choose you again. Even if it ends like this. Even if it ends bloody.

But we need space. You need time. And I... I need to stop bleeding for people who won't stay.

If this is goodbye, then know this-

I never stopped choosing you.

-Taryn

My fingers curl into the edge of the letter until the paper creases hard enough to tear.

"You fucking liar," I whisper. But my throat burns. My jaw tightens. Muscles strain until I taste iron on the back of my tongue.

Fuck.

Fuck her.

No, no. Don't lie to yourself, Enoch.

You'd fucking burn down every kingdom for her.

I shove the letter aside and grab the chip. Plug it into my laptop. If this is another

trick, another dagger dressed in silk-I swear to the fucking moon-

The screen lights up, cold and clinical, too modern for how raw my chest feels right now.

The video boots. Buffering.

And then-her face.

My world doesn't just shift. It cracks.

There she is. Auburn eyes bright like she's just told someone a dirty joke and got away with it. Her lips are curled into that

smug half-smile that used to get her out of everything-including my temper.

And her voice-fuck-I forgot how it wraps around you like barbed wire and honey.

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The video opens with her giggling. Blurry footage. It's handheld, shaky as hell.

"Okay, this thing's on, right? Ugh Enoch, you better not be watching this naked, or asleep, or naked and asleep because I swear to God-"

A blurry flash-camera pans too fast-my face shows up for half a second. I flinch at the light. Scow! She laughs behind

the screen.

"Shit, sorry! Flash! Okay, no flash, got it."

The image steadies. We're in Riverstone. That rundown cabin. My hair's longer, sofy. She pans across the tiny room, all wooden floors and peeling paint. Then back to me.

I'm shirtless

Of course I am.

"I present to you, the grumpiest patient of all time," she says in a fake posh accent. "Zero out of ten bedside manner. But, hey, look at those abs."

I scoff under my breath. Fucking hell.

Another clip loads.

We're on the beach. The Maldives. That night.

I recognize the sheets-white and kicked halfway off the bed, her legs tangled with mine. My arms are around her waist, and she's giggling so hard the camera shakes again.

"Enoch-no, stop! I'm recording-baby-!"

A low grunt from me as I reach for the camera. She squeals, holding it above her

head like it's some national treasure. "Put that shit down," I growl in the background.

She laughs harder.

"Just say hi to future-you. C'mon. This is for memories. For-"

it. It falls sideways

the speakers.

"Give. It. Back."

"Make me."

arm comes into frame. And then-There's a

Jesus fucking Christ.

curl into

Third clip.

passed out

mess, mouth slightly open like I'm

fingers trace over my

voice is

my mate. The grumpy, hot,

with me. I'm

my jaw so hard it cracks. "So hot. I

at that jawline."

giggles again, stupid

if he ever sees this-hi, babe. You're welcome.

but didn't."

I press pause.

My chest is... fuck.

balls into

I can't breathe.

I press

glitter. Everywhere.

total chaos.

his shit-" "Sinclair," I bark offscreen. "What the fuck is this powder all over me?" She

says

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I'm going to throw

my eyes on screen, and two seconds later I've

choking on laughter. The camera shakes

screaming, taughter, bodies crashing into

and breathy and

okay! I

the clip changes one last

The final video.

It's her

Just her

alone. In

that dress. The deep navy one that made my throat close the

hair's curled Lipstick smudged like she did

sounds like

probably the only time I'll get to

downstairs too. Or maybe still

in place, the dress catching

like a goddess. No-like

straight at

this time.

I thought

But it was... everything

voice cracks, but she

1. us. Before

says. "My mate. My King. If you're seeing

something else. But this-this was the

and sand and early mornings

forevers."

this ever plays," she whispers, "Enoch Blackwell, you are my long-destined mate. My longtime boyfriend. And if

Silence.

The screen goes black.

I close the laptop.

I can't fucking move.

back in the chair like something just cracked inside

she took it with her

so fast the chair skids across the

I even

"FUCK!"

Again.

down the surface.

jaw clenched so tight

She didn't betray me.

She fucking loved me.

I have to burn the world to do

I can't fucking breathe.

my fingernails. Not real blood. Not

in my head like it was

of my skull.

love you... isn't that worth anything to

I should've answered her.

I should've answered her.

I should've-

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fist into the side of the stone

splitting my knuckles

one go.

shakes unde my grief. Or maybe

lean forward, both

dripping from my

It's not sweat.

It's fucking tears.

Pathetic.

the back of my

The screen behind me has gone black,

I still see

me, soaked in hurt and tears, begging me to see her.

her. Pick her

turned my back like a

shut him down

Pissed.

Raging

"You don't deserve her."

slices through

I

She begged. And you

slam my fist into the mirror. Glass

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