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.

split second, I swear his breath catches. Like something inside him parses the

Space. Oxygen. "Get your fucking

His grip tightens.

way his hand trembles.

me," he

back, hoping to crack his jaw with the back of

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 are you here?!

not just kill me and get it

flash. For one terrifying

A sound

you baby." He chuckles. A psychopathic sound reverberating

can't even see him with all the lights out right now. He's crazy. He's definitely sick in

give out. I reach for the wall

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

close, too much. And the

Still aches for him.

Fucking betrayal.

in his eyes. "You're not fucking around right

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

you can't come with him, Taryn.' Eris bangs his claws

my teeth as I maintain control. "Then you better fucking

not

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three seconds

What is he-

shifts suddenly, hoisting me clean off the

I can

you fucking dare!" I scream as

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I weigh nothing. His grip

locking me in place, and my hip smashes against his

down

feel something twist deep inside

The baby.

I stop struggling.

it at first, then not needing to. The pain is sharp and

forward, going limp, one arm dangling down, the other wrapped protectively across

rasp. "I

He freezes.

That one word.

Please.

tight, nostrils flared like a wild animal trying not

hand to my side like I'm shielding a cracked rib. My other hand curls into his shirt,

He catches me.

Of course he does.

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

Like he hasn't been completely

behind me, illuminating his face in its ocean hue. I could

My mate.

jaw, rain in

wildfire

my eyes. The tear trailing

jaw-God, it's still warm. Still

pitiful smile I can