Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 129

His hands are rough. Not cruel. Not gentle. Just... desperate.

312%

Fingers digging into the backs of my thighs, Enoch hauls me up like I weigh nothing. "Ah!" My breath catches as my knees hook instinctively around his waist, heat flaring between us-between my legs, between our chests, between what the fuck we are and what we've turned into.

We crash against the edge of a wooden table, and the clatter makes me flinch. Old paint peels under my fingertips as I grip the edge behind me. The wood groans under our weight. Enoch stands between my legs, his chest heaving like he's been fighting ghosts.

Maybe he has.

Maybe I'm one of them.

His pupils are blown wide, green barely visible now. His jaw ticks, his throat bobs, and his fingers flex around my thighs like he's scared I'll vanish if he lets go. Like I haven't already been disappearing, piece by piece.

I reach for his face. My left hand lands first, the good one. My right is slower, trembling, bloody from earlier. I press the pads of my fingers to his cheekbone, and he flinches-not from pain. From restraint.

He's burning. I feel it under his skin, in the way his body vibrates with tension, his lips trembling slightly. He's definitely seconds away from losing control. He could snap my neck like a fucking twig and part of me thinks he knows it. Maybe that's why he's breathing so hard.

As though he's trying to hold back the monster

"You're coming back with me." He growls. It

A threat.

God, I almost laugh.

everyone swears isn't real.

question. Not really. But not a command either. It's...a tantrum. A plea.

The Lycan King, reduced to begging like a boy who doesn't know what to do with

a woman who keeps slipping through his fingers. The same fingers now tightening slightly on my waist though he's trying to imprint me into his skin.

"I am," I lie.

I fucking lie through my teeth and I hate how easy it is.

"I'm coming with you." I murmur with assurance dripping in my tone.

He nods once, jerky. His forehead drops into my palm as though gravity dragged it there. Like I'm some kind of anchor in this storm he hasn't named. He takes my bloody hand and presses his much larger one over it, sealing it there against his face.

My skin burns where he touches.

Everything burns.

I try to ignore the way my lower back throbs from being pressed into the sharp edge of the table. I try not to react to the heat blooming between us again, how my stupid, hormonal body reacts to the smell of him-earth and spice and war.

He's shaking. Barely. But I feel it. In his breath. In his grip. In the way his words tremble when he says, "You'll be my queen after this, right? I'll put you on the throne. They'll kneel. They'll all fucking kneel."

His voice cracks around the fantasy. Like he can already taste it.

1/6

10.30 Thu, 22 May

Chapter 129

He's already trying to believe that it's real. His queen? A woman that would rule beside him? Me?

3+12%

28)

11

My stomach tightens-not just from nerves, but from the tiny life hiding inside me that he still doesn't know about. The secret I'm cradling under all this goddamn lying.

I nod as I lie through my teeth again. "Yes, baby. I'll be your queen" I murmur and his eyes close as I press my lips to his forehead.

One kiss. One trap.

Like we always do even back then and now.

Forehead.

Nose.

Mouth.

That's the ritual. That's how I soothe the beast. The routine that makes him calm enough to believe I'm still his.

He leans in again, nose brushing mine. His lips don't move for a while. I think he's scared to speak. And when he does, it's barely louder than a whisper.

love you so

shake in his voice shatters

breaks. "You're

clenches. And it happens without permission-one

hope he didn't see it. But I know

out quieter than I intend. Fragile and false. “No. I

you again."

Lies, lies, lies.

the last time. Finally,

and I force myself not to fall into it. Not to let it turn real. Because if it does, I won't run. And

his eyes are

I think-maybe I

I should let him know I'm carrying his

I should stop

ragged. Hands still gripping my

Like I do. And I realize it's too late. We're too

He needs his queen.

I can't give

stares at me and I shiver. Every

Thu, 22 May

Chapter 129

my hand from his cheeks and

and deliberate like he's

in me not to flinch. Not because I'm scared-okay, I am scared-but

again. That he'll stay this soft,

But I know better.

need to let go

less trembling. "It hurts my eyes. The dark, I mean. I've had it checked. One of the doctor here

Complete fabricated,

Enoch fucking believes

does. Everything

flaring as if he smells the lie but can't quite put a name to it. He stares at me, trying to pin me to the moment, to make sure I don't vanish again the

never told me that," he mutters, hand ghosting over my jaw. "I

matter." I force a little smile. "I'm telling

me, and something unspoken

knows I'm lying. Or maybe he's just pretending

I'm honest and his and weak

protected. He likes me like this, in the palm of

Not far,

puppet on a string. Holy sh-His mouth crashes onto mine, brutal and bruising, teeth scraping, tongue forcing a whimper from my throat I didn't mean to give. It's all lips and threat and

growl rumbles against my chest. "If you run from me again," he breathes into my mouth, "I'll burn everything in

against me, his forehead resting against

"I won't spare anyone."

don't mean

don't mean to clench

he says it-as though

to smell the smoke

knees wobble as I whimper, "Yes...

breath.

word, steps echoing,

the finality

3/6

114, 26 may

Chapter 129

stare at that door as it's

This is it.

蚁家72%

+28

I run.

through the dark hallway, fingers scrabbling along the wall until I find the emergency exit Seraphina mapped

the metal door creaks, and my heart's pounding so violently

it between my teeth.

for people who aren't being hunted by a goddamn Lycan King with abandonment issues and claws that could rip steel.

don't even stop to put

don't need shoes to

I just need distance.

me in the face as

Left. Then another left. A tunnel Seraphina's friend uses for deliveries- shitty lighting, worse smell. My lungs are burning, ribs pinching under my bra. I press a hand to my stomach to

okay. I got you,

But then-

BOOM.

The ground fucking shakes.

my feet and echoes

earth itself just snapped. A second later, a car alarm wails.

the distance as if

whip my head

glowing. Pulsing. As