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.

I swear his breath catches. Like something inside him parses

squirm harder, needing distance. Space. Oxygen.

His grip tightens.

feel it in the way his hand

me," he rasps. "You

his jaw with the

head aside just in time. His breath rushes

uneven.

"I trusted you."

"You nearly killed me!"

"You ran!"

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shove him back with everything I have. "Then why the fuck

me and get it

For one terrifying

A sound that makes

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

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

out. I reach for the wall behind me,

feel it-the heat of him, the tension, the scent of raw power that

too close, too much.

Still aches for him.

Fucking betrayal.

back, something vicious flickering in his eyes. "You're not fucking

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

with him, Taryn.' Eris bangs his claws in

control. "Then you better

not going

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seconds of

What is he-

me clean off the floor. My scream tears

I can swallow

fucking dare!" I

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his shoulder like I weigh nothing. His grip digs into the back

locking me in place, and

down

feel something twist deep inside my

The baby.

I stop struggling.

first, then not needing to. The pain is sharp and real but it's not

limp, one arm dangling down, the other wrapped

I rasp. "I

He freezes.

That one word.

Please.

lowers me slowly, jaw tight, nostrils flared like a wild animal trying not to

ground, I sway, faking weakness, pressing a trembling hand to my

He catches me.

Of course he does.

my waist instinctively, like muscle memory. And for a second-one breathless, bruising second-it almost feels like the

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

up at him. The moonlight has now penetrated through the small gaps of the door behind me, illuminating his face in its ocean hue. I could

My mate.

looks wrecked. Blood on his jaw, rain

like wildfire trapped

eyes. The tear trailing down. The shaky

it's still warm. Still familiar.

smile I can muster. It's fake, but