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.

breath catches. Like something inside him parses the truth

harder, needing distance. Space. Oxygen. "Get your

His grip tightens.

his hand trembles. He's not calm-

left me," he rasps.

crack his jaw with the back of my

just in time. His breath rushes out against my neck, hot

uneven.

"I trusted you."

"You nearly killed me!"

"You ran!"

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with everything I have.

kill me and

flash. For one terrifying second,

A sound

baby." He chuckles. A psychopathic

him with all the lights out right now.

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

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

close, too much. And the sickest part

Still aches for him.

Fucking betrayal.

his eyes. "You're not fucking around right now,

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

Taryn.' Eris bangs his claws in my head,

as I maintain control.

I'm not going

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two, three seconds

What is he-

hoisting me clean off the floor.

can swallow

fucking dare!" I

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I weigh nothing. His grip digs into the back

thighs, locking me in place, and my hip

explodes down my

I feel something twist deep inside my

The baby.

I stop struggling.

needing to. The pain is sharp and real but it's not enough

dangling down, the other wrapped

rasp. "I

He freezes.

That one word.

Please.

tight, nostrils flared like a

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

He catches me.

Of course he does.

And for a

hasn't been

me, illuminating his face in

My mate.

his jaw, rain

eyes like wildfire

glassy sheen in my eyes. The tear trailing down.

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

smallest, most pitiful smile I