Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 131 Chapter 131

I don't move.

I don't blink.

I don't fucking breathe.

There's mud soaking into the knees of my jeans and bark grinding into my palm, and none of it matters: Not when his voice is still echoing in my head.

"I got you, baby."

The branch. That fucking traitorous branch.

My chest hurts from holding in my breath too long. My throat burns. Every inch of me is screaming to run, now, but I'm pinned-mentally, physically, soul-deep frozen-by the sound of leaves being crushed under boots that are far too heavy to be anything but his.

Enoch.

He's close. So close I can hear his breathing. Sharp. Controlled. That same way he used to breathe when he was barely keeping it together in front of everyone else.

Only this time he's not hiding it.

There's no more mask. Just obsession in its rawest, most terrifying form.

The forest around me is thick with mist and dusk-shadowed trees. It should be enough to keep me hidden. But I know him.

He's a hunter. I'm the goddamn prey.

There's the sound of pine needles shifting. A rock being nudged. A pause. I can feel his stare against the back of my skull. No logic behind it, just pure instinct. Like he's already seeing me through the tree I'm hiding behind. Smirking. Patient.

I try not to tremble. Try.

"Taryn," a voice calls out-not his.

It's coming from somewhere in the trees. To my left. Deeper, farther. Higher up, maybe. I can't see. My heart launches into my throat.

Jacob.

My head jerks toward the sound. Just slightly. Just enough to hate myself for reacting.

"Found her," Jacob yells. "She's inside. Second level security just flagged-"

"No, she's not," Enoch snaps, his voice dark and low. Too close. "She's not inside. She's here."

Silence.

Goddamnit.

He knows. He knows..

I press my lips shut so tight they ache. My thighs are already cramping from crouching, but I'm not moving until-

"She really is inside," Jacob insists again, louder now. Closer. "It's her file ID. Triple confirmation."

"Don't lie to me," Enoch barks, and something snaps-a sharp, visceral crack that doesn't sound like a branch this time.

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flinch.

He hit something.

"Get the fuck out of my head, Jacob."

I don't breathe. I don't blink.

But I move.

While they're arguing, I slip away. Slow at first. Quiet. One foot, then another. Careful of the twigs. Careful of the earth that wants to betray me like it already fucking did.

And then-then I'm gone.

I bolt.

I don't wait for logic or a plan or any idea of where the hell I'm going. I just run.

My boots hit the undergrowth hard. Branches whip at my arms. My lungs burn. Every breath is jagged. My legs already feel like they're losing blood. Doesn't matter. I'm not stopping.

the argument

Then-

"Taryn."

Wicked. Too

sound

Fast.

don't run like humans. They don't sound like it, either. It's faster. Heavier. Like the whole fucking forest is shifting

not getting far on those tiny feet,

Fuck.

through brush and low branches like they're made of paper. My foot slips on a rock and I nearly eat dirt, but I catch myself

hear him getting

too fucking casually. Like we're playing tag and not some twisted game of hunt the traitor mate in

air tastes like metal. My arms are covered

lower now. Feral. Closer. So fucking close I can feel the rumble of it crawling up my spine. "K me

catches my

I trip.

aking

No-

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crash to my knees, mud splashing up onto my face, my palms stinging from

impact.

me, the footsteps

Then just breathing.

His breathing.

Deep. Controlled.

Possessive.

remember running. I just remember my lungs burning,

and the sound of boots-his fucking boots-pounding behind me like war

faster. Always has been. But desperation makes liars of biology. And tonight, it makes me

bush as I round the curb. I don't stop. I rip. The stitches scream and snap like my ribcage, but

I spot headlights. Taxi.

shriek it like my voice could reach heaven. The little yellow car slows, blinking hazards. I dart into the street like a lunatic-probably look like one too. Pregnant, limping, blood on my sleeve, eyes

taxi starts to roll toward me,

BANG.

a hand slams

Enoch.

eyes, handprint fogged on the

GO, GO!" I yell, yanking the door open

seven-foot psycho ripping the goddamn door off its hinges

questions. He

scream. So

just mangled

us, sparks flying.

in the middle of the road now,

a snarl I can feel

He doesn't chase.

knows he's too

his stare doesn't

Neither does mine.

the tears off my cheek with the back of my shaking

the glass like I'm

I am.

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he doesn't get to see that. Not

turns.

the

I mutter to the cab driver. My voice is flat. "All

what it

just nods like she's seen a ghost. Or

that?" she asks,

say before I can stop

don't talk the rest of

building is way too quiet when I get out. The cab

were her, I'd

the apartment, one hand

barely anything to cradle

a secret. A heartbeat. A future that

in

Except-

The hallway's already open.