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.

something inside him parses the truth just a second

distance. Space. Oxygen. "Get your

His grip tightens.

can feel it in the way his

he rasps.

back, hoping to crack his jaw with

his head aside just in time. His breath rushes out against my neck,

uneven.

"I trusted you."

"You nearly killed me!"

"You ran!"

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with everything I have. "Then why the fuck are you

not just kill me and

For one terrifying second, I

he laughs. Cold. Unhinged. A

could never kill you baby." He chuckles. A

even see him with all the lights out right now. He's crazy. He's definitely

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

pinning mine. I feel it-the heat of him, the tension, the scent of raw power that still fucks with my head, even

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

Still aches for him.

Fucking betrayal.

eyes. "You're not fucking around right

right in front of me. "Wasn't the chase fun, Taryn? Now we're going home. I'm not

bangs his claws in my head, threatening to

my teeth as I maintain control.

I'm not going

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seconds of silence

What is he-

hoisting me clean off the floor. My scream tears

can swallow

dare!" I scream as I'm

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weigh nothing.

thighs, locking me in place, and my

explodes down my

I feel something twist deep

The baby.

I stop struggling.

and real but it's not enough to amount to any emergency. Not that

going limp, one arm dangling

me down," I rasp. "I

He freezes.

That one word.

Please.

jaw tight, nostrils flared

second my feet touch the ground, I sway, faking weakness, pressing a trembling hand to my side like I'm shielding a cracked rib. My other hand curls into

He catches me.

Of course he does.

muscle memory. And for a second-one breathless, bruising

in there. Like he hasn't

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

My mate.

he looks wrecked. Blood on his jaw, rain in his lashes, rage burning

eyes like wildfire trapped in

in my eyes. The tear trailing down.

still

force the smallest, most pitiful smile I