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.

Like something inside him parses the truth

Oxygen. "Get your fucking hands off

His grip tightens.

unraveling. I can feel it in the way his hand trembles. He's not calm- he's barely holding himself

he rasps. "You

crack his jaw with the back of my

aside just in time. His breath rushes

uneven.

"I trusted you."

"You nearly killed me!"

"You ran!"

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him back with everything I have.

me and get it over

For one terrifying second,

A sound

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

even see him with all the lights out

out. I reach for the wall behind me, fingers

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

a knife fight in a phone booth-too loud, too close, too much. And the sickest part

Still aches for him.

Fucking betrayal.

"You're not fucking around right

I know damn well he's right in front of me. "Wasn't the chase fun, Taryn? Now we're going home. I'm not leaving without you." He growls his

him, Taryn.' Eris bangs his claws in my head, threatening to

my teeth as I maintain control. "Then

not

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two, three seconds of

What is he-

shifts suddenly, hoisting me clean off the floor. My scream tears

can

dare!" I scream as I'm turned

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like I weigh

in place, and my hip

down

something twist deep inside my

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

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

down," I rasp.

He freezes.

That one word.

Please.

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

touch the ground, I sway, faking weakness, pressing a trembling hand to my side like I'm shielding a cracked rib.

He catches me.

Of course he does.

memory. And for a second-one breathless, bruising

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

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

My mate.

Blood on his jaw, rain in his lashes, rage burning

eyes like wildfire

The tear trailing down. The shaky

his jaw-God, it's still warm.

the smallest, most pitiful smile I can muster. It's