Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 130

Fuck.

I can't breathe.

I slap my hand against the wall to keep myself upright, but my palm slips off the peeling paint as if it's rejecting me too. My lungs keep locking up. I stumble down the staff hallway-dim, damp, the air too thick and old to breathe in. As though it's been choking on secrets for decades and now it's

decided to choke me too.

Behind me, the building rumbles again. Not from faulty old pipes. No, that's him. That's fucking Enoch.

And he's not walking.

He's hunting.

"Shit," I hiss, trying not to cry. Trying not to scream. Trying not to feel anything, because if I do, I'll fall apart right here, and there won't be enough of me left to

run.

There's a deep tearing sound upstairs-wood, maybe concrete-and the entire hallway seems to vibrate with it. I duck behind a linen cart and press myself into the wall, my pulse banging against my eardrums so hard it makes me dizzy.

This isn't like last time.

This isn't him calling my name like a lost puppy.

This is the fucking Lycan King unleashed. And I'm the idiot mate who pissed him off-again. Goddess, help me. This isn't Enoch. This isn't him.

My stomach tightens. Not metaphorically. Literally.

Pain stabs through my lower abdomen so hard my knees nearly buckle.

I bite down a scream, clutching my stomach and dropping to a crouch as I grit my teeth so hard my jaw cracks.

The baby.

No. No no no no no.

"Fuck-fuck, not now," I whisper, curling my body around the pain, like I could shield it. Like I could shield him or her or whatever the hell is growing in there from the very person who put them there.

He felt that. I know he felt it.

Mates always do.

Which means... he's even more pissed now.

I can't focus on that. I can't let myself think about the way his hands were holding me two nights ago, cupping my jaw like I was his world. How his voice dropped when he said my name like it meant something.

Now he's ripping apart walls looking for me. And all I can do is run.

I wipe my face, tears and sweat mixing in an ugly mess down my cheeks. My hands are shaking. There's blood on my fingers. Not much, but enough to turn my panic into full-blown terror.

I stumble back to my feet and push open the door to the stairwell. Metal screams on metal. I wince. Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up.

I can't stop seeing the way his eyes looked the moment I ran. That brief second- hurt. Betrayal. And then... it was gone. Replaced by something else.

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Something inhuman.

Islam my palm against the railing to steady myself and start down the stairs. My legs are jelly. My stomach's light again. The baby's not hurt I don (tha It was just a jolt. But still. Still, Still.

Outside.

I have to get the fuck outside.

One floor. Two. Another door. I don't even look anymore-I just shove it open and barrel through the back exit

The cold smacks me in the face as a punishment. Sharp wind. Wet grass. Trees. So many fucking trees. I don

T know why this company has a literal forest right behind it but I don't judge how Milan does their stuff. It's pitch black except for the faint orange bleed of light from the emergency exit behind me.

There's no time.

I sprint.

Multiple branches slap at my face. Mud squelches under my feet. I catch one shoe on a thick root and nearly eat shit, but I push through it. Until

Snap.

My heel gets caught, and I go down, one shoe flying off and getting eaten by the brush. Oh Goddess, not now.

other one off and chucking it. I run barefoot now, because why the fuck not. It's not

breath comes out in gasps now, raw and loud and soaked in desperation. I don't

in the

those forest green

it is. I'm not sure I could handle it. I'm absolutely not

it's still in there, it's buried under too much

if I just... go back? Will he still

Run!' I hear Eris shout at

slip again, slam my shoulder into bark. I

as I crouch behind a tree. My hands shake. One's pressed

I hear

Crunch.

Dry leaves. Heavy steps.

here. He's fucking

my eyes, trying not to breathe. Trying not to move.

dig into the dirt. I feel

my spine. Blood

Another one.

He's closer.

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I hold my breath.

of thore-him

of me

to be dragged back. Wrapped up

running. Part

me.

Bút he wouldn't.

Not if he knew.

Not what I'm hiding.

Not who I'm carrying.

let him find

The leaves crunch again.

Closer.

tears leaking from my eyes as I bite

hand.

Please don't see me.

don't fucking see

goes silent. Like it's holding its

I know-I

And this time?

not walking away without

Snap.

Fuck.

Fuck. Holy freaking fuck.

that follows the snap of my

Every leaf feels like it's holding its breath. Every branch creaks like it knows something it

of the tree, the bark

so fast it feels like I'm going to pass

I shouldn't have fucking run. But what the hell

I supposed to do when the man I once trusted started looking at me

prey?

His voice slithers through the trees like smoke, thick,

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

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palm could somehow

safe. He's sake,

time, and it's not a plea. It's a fucking command. "You promised me, didn't you? You said you wouldn't

throat locks. He's being delusional if he think I would stay knowing what he might

he

cold, it's the knowing. The knowing that he's not okay That whatever part of

he says, and his voice sounds off not broken, not sad. Just...raw. Though there's no filter between his thoughts and his mouth anymore. "So why are you running

mean to make a sound. I swear I don't.

A whimper.

think

It matters.

him freeze. A tree branch shifts violently somewhere to the left and a

his wolf is still buried under whatever fucking curse or coma it's in.

and he sounds like he's smiling. "You are

No.

No no no no.

slipping on the