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 truth

Space. Oxygen. "Get

His grip tightens.

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

he rasps.

his jaw with the back of my skull,

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

uneven.

"I trusted you."

"You nearly killed me!"

"You ran!"

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everything I have. "Then why the fuck are you

me

eyes flash. For one terrifying

then he laughs. Cold. Unhinged. A sound that makes my stomach

you baby." He chuckles.

even see him with all the lights out right now. He's

for the

body pinning mine. I feel it-the heat of him, the tension, the

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

Still aches for him.

Fucking betrayal.

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

yell, stepping back. I can't see anything but I know damn well he's right in front of me. "Wasn't the chase fun, Taryn?

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

I maintain control. "Then you better fucking drag my

I'm not

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What is he-

me clean off the floor. My scream tears

I can swallow

you fucking dare!" I scream

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me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. His grip digs into

in place, and my hip

down my

feel something twist deep inside my

The baby.

I stop struggling.

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

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

down," I rasp. "I

He freezes.

That one word.

Please.

tight, nostrils flared like a wild animal trying not

pressing a trembling hand to my side

He catches me.

Of course he does.

arms 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

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

My mate.

his jaw, rain in his lashes, rage

wildfire trapped in

glassy sheen in my eyes. The tear trailing

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

smile I can muster. It's fake, but