Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 128

I don't hear him.

I feel him.

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The air shifts. Pressure coils behind me, thick and choking. Then-his voice. "Don't run away from me again, baby." His voice-low, jagged-it shreds through my panic like a match dragged across bone-dry bark.

I don't breathe. I can't.

Fuck.

His body heat sears into my spine, the scent of pine and smoke curling around me like a noose.

My body locks up.

Like my spine's been slammed into a block of ice. Like my blood remembers what my mind tries to forget. My pulse rockets so fast it hurts. My knees nearly buckle.

It's him.

Enoch.

He's close. Too close. I don't need to turn to know it's him-the scent of rain and ruin, the static in the air, the sheer gravity of him pressing against my back like a loaded gun cocked at my spine.

Then-contact.

His grip is iron. One arm slams across my waist, jerking me backward like I'm a ragdoll, fast and brutal, hauling me against his body like he's reclaiming stolen property. The other clamps around my shoulder, pressing me flush against him.

I crash into his chest with a cry, the wind punched out of my lungs.

He doesn't loosen his hold.

I twist, elbowing blindly, my palm scraping against the wall in a frantic attempt to brace myself. My heels skid on the blood- slick tile, but it's no use. He's too strong. Too anchored. I'm fighting a fucking hurricane with bare hands.

"Let go of me!" I choke out, writhing hard.

He leans in, mouth grazing the shell of my ear.

"You think I wouldn't recognize my own scent buried under that cheap disguise?" he murmurs."You think running was gonna fix this?" he growls, gripping my jaw, angling my face toward him like I'm a thing he owns. "You think Italy was far enough?"

I spit. Right on his chest. "Fuck you."

His chest rises sharply. He looks down at the spit sliding down his expensive black coat, then back up at me with something close to... twisted admiration.

"Do I have to chain you up?" he mutters, then backs me up until my spine hits the cold wall of the hallway.

Everything spins again.

No.

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No, no, no-

Panic claws up my throat ashi shand begin to lower down my abdomen.

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My breath shatters in my chest. He can't-he can't feel it. Not yet. Not now. I'm barely eight weeks, not even showing, but my body is betraying me, and if he so much as sniff's wrong-

"Don't," I whisper. "Don't touch me there."

He freezes.

swear his breath catches. Like something inside him parses the

needing distance. Space. Oxygen. "Get your fucking hands off me,

His grip tightens.

his hand trembles. He's not calm- he's barely holding

he

hoping to crack his jaw with the back of my

His breath rushes

uneven.

"I trusted you."

"You nearly killed me!"

"You ran!"

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everything I have. "Then why the

just kill me and

terrifying second, I think

Cold. Unhinged. A sound that

could never kill you baby." He chuckles. A psychopathic

with all the lights out right now. He's crazy. He's definitely sick

the wall behind me, fingers scraping for something-anything-that'll anchor

pinning mine. I feel it-the heat of him, the tension, the scent of raw

close, too much. And the sickest part is that my body still

Still aches for him.

Fucking betrayal.

in his eyes. "You're not

see anything but I know damn well he's right in front of me. "Wasn't the

come with him, Taryn.' Eris bangs his claws in

my teeth as I maintain control.

not

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three seconds

What is he-

me clean off the floor. My scream tears out

I can swallow

you fucking dare!" I scream as

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shoulder like I weigh nothing. His grip digs

place, and my hip smashes against his

down

feel something twist deep

The baby.

I stop struggling.

gasp, faking it at first, then not needing to. The pain is sharp and real but it's not enough to amount to any emergency. Not that he needs to know

forward, going limp, one arm dangling down, the

me down," I rasp. "I can't-I think

He freezes.

That one word.

Please.

tight, nostrils flared like a wild animal trying not to

sway, faking weakness, pressing a trembling hand to my side like I'm shielding a cracked rib. My other hand curls

He catches me.

Of course he does.

around my waist instinctively, like muscle memory. And for a second-one breathless,

there. Like he hasn't been completely consumed by this

the door behind me, illuminating his face in its ocean hue. I could see him very clearly.

My mate.

jaw, rain in his lashes, rage burning

wildfire trapped in

tear trailing

his jaw-God, it's still warm. Still

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