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.

I run barefoot now, because why the fuck not. It's not like I haven't bled for

loud and soaked in desperation. I don't know where I'm going-I just

looked him in the eyes, I

any control in those

not sure I could handle it.

it's buried

just... go back? Will

Taryn. Run!' I hear Eris shout at

bark. I nearly scream but

a tree. My hands shake. One's

then I

Crunch.

Dry leaves. Heavy steps.

He's fucking

trying not to breathe. Trying not to move. My

dirt. I feel everything. Cold wind against the

spine. Blood

Another one.

He's closer.

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I hold my breath.

afraid of thore-him

of me

me wants to be dragged back. Wrapped up in his

to stay, to stop fucking running. Part

me.

Bút he wouldn't.

Not if he knew.

Not what I'm hiding.

Not who I'm carrying.

I'll burn before I let him

The leaves crunch again.

Closer.

from my eyes as I bite the heel

hand.

Please don't see me.

fucking see

Like it's holding its

I know-I

And this time?

walking

Snap.

Fuck.

Fuck. Holy freaking fuck.

silence that follows the snap of my shoe against the forest floor

like it's holding its breath. Every branch creaks like

tighter into the base of the

so fast it feels like I'm going

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

I

prey?

voice slithers through the trees like smoke, thick, sweet, and choking. "Come out,

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

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my palm could somehow hide the secret blooming

He's sake, thaya la

again, louder this time, and it's not a plea. It's a fucking command. "You promised me,

He's being delusional if he think I would stay knowing what

wish he forgot, it had to be that

clamp a hand over my mouth, biting back the cry rising in my chest. I'm shivering, and it's not the cold, it's the knowing. The knowing that he's not okay That whatever part of him used

sounds off not broken, not sad. Just...raw. Though there's no

make a sound. I swear I don't.

A whimper.

think

It matters.

him freeze. A tree branch shifts violently

the air, low and guttural. Not his wolf-no, his wolf is still buried under whatever fucking

like he's

No.

No no no no.

my hand slipping on the bark as I prepare to launch