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.

swear his breath catches. Like something inside him parses the truth

distance. Space. Oxygen. "Get your fucking hands off me,

His grip tightens.

in the way his hand trembles. He's not calm- he's barely

left me," he rasps.

my head back, hoping to crack his jaw with the

His breath rushes out

uneven.

"I trusted you."

"You nearly killed me!"

"You ran!"

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him back with everything I have. "Then why the fuck are you here?!

me and

one terrifying

A sound that

you baby." He chuckles. A

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

I reach for the wall behind me, fingers scraping for

of him, the tension, the scent of raw power that still

phone booth-too loud, too close, too much. And

Still aches for him.

Fucking betrayal.

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

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 last words and my entire

with him, Taryn.' Eris bangs his claws

as I maintain control. "Then you better fucking

not going

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seconds of

What is he-

shifts suddenly, hoisting me clean off the

can

I scream as I'm

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me over his shoulder like I weigh

place, and my hip smashes

explodes down

something twist

The baby.

I stop struggling.

The pain is sharp and real but it's not enough to amount to any emergency. Not

limp, one arm dangling down, the other

me down," I rasp. "I can't-I

He freezes.

That one word.

Please.

flared like

sway, faking weakness, pressing a trembling hand to my side like I'm shielding

He catches me.

Of course he does.

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

there. Like he hasn't been

door behind me, illuminating his face in its ocean

My mate.

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

wildfire trapped in

in my eyes. The tear trailing down. The shaky hand reaching

jaw-God, it's still warm.

smallest, most pitiful smile I can