Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 128 I don't hear him.

I feel him.

13 59% The air shifts. Pressure coils behind me, thick and choking. Then-his voice. "Don't run away fromagain, 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 aroundlike 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, jerkingbackward like I'm a ragdoll, fast and brutal, haulingagainst his body like he's reclaiming stolen property. The other clamps around my shoulder, pressingflush 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 atwith something close to... twisted admiration.

"Do I have to chain you up?" he mutters, then backsup until my spine hits the cold wall of the hallway. Everything spins again.

No.

+20) 20:03 Wed, 21 May 0 Chapter 128 No, no, no- Panic claws up my throat ashi shand begin to lower down my abdomen.

59% 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 touchthere." He freezes.

For a split second, I swear his breath catches. Like something inside him parses the truth just a second too fast.

I squirm harder, needing distance. Space. Oxygen. "Get your fucking hands off me, Enoch!" His grip tightens.

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

"You left me," he rasps. "You fucking left." I snap my head back, hoping to crack his jaw with the back of my skull, but he jerks his head aside just in time. His breath rushes out against my neck, hot and uneven.

"I trusted you." "You nearly killed me!" "You ran!" +20 I shove him back with everything I have. "Then why the fuck are you here?! Huh?! Why not just killand get it over with?" His eyes flash. For one terrifying second, I think he might.

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

"I could never kill you baby." He chuckles. A psychopathic sound reverberating in the dark I can't even see him with all the lights out right now. He's crazy. He's definitely sick in the head.

My legs threaten to give out. I reach for the wall behind me, fingers scraping for something-anything-that'll anchor me.

He steps closer again, his body pinning mine. I feel it-the heat of him, the tension, the scent of raw power that still fucks with my head, even now.

We're shouting. Snarling. It's a knife fight in a phone booth-too loud, too close, too much. And the sickest part is that my body still remembers him.

Still aches for him.

Fucking betrayal.

He pulls back, something vicious flickering in his eyes. "You're not fucking around right now, baby. You're coming with "I said no!" I 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? Now we're going home. I'm not leaving without you." He growls his last words and my entire spine shifts.

'Fuck, you can't cwith him, Taryn.' Eris bangs his claws in my head, threatening to take over.

I grit my teeth as I maintain control. "Then you better fucking drag my corpse, because I'm not going willingly." 2/5 20.03 Wed, 21 May Chapter 128 One, two, three seconds of silence passes.

What is he- He shifts suddenly, hoistingclean off the floor. My scream tears out ofbefore I can swallow it.

"No! Don't you fucking dare!" I scream as I'm turned upside down.

59% 20 He tossesover his shoulder like I weigh nothing. His grip digs into the back of my thighs, lockingin place, and my hip smashes against his collarbone.

Pain explodes down my side.

And-shit-shit, I feel something twist deep inside my gut.

The baby.

I stop struggling.

"Ow-fuck-Enoch, stop," I gasp, faking it at first, then not needing to. The pain is sharp and real but it's not enough to amount to any emergency. Not that he needs to know that.

I fold forward, going limp, one arm dangling down, the other wrapped protectively across my abdomen.

"Putdown," I rasp. "I can't-I think something's wrong-Enoch-please." He freezes.

That one word.

Please.

He lowersslowly, jaw tight, nostrils flared like a wild animal trying not to bite.

The second my feet touch the ground, I sway, faking weakness, pressing a trembling hand to my side like I'm shielding a cracked rib. My other hand curls into his shirt, fingers trembling.

He catches me.

Of course he does.

His arms settle around my waist instinctively, like muscle memory. And for a second-one breathless, bruising second-it almost feels like the man I once knew is still buried in there. Like he hasn't been completely consumed by this stupid childish obsession.

I look up at him. The moonlight has now penetrated through the small gaps of the door behind me, illuminating his face in its ocean hue. I could see him very clearly. The man I was destined to love.

My mate.

God, he looks wrecked. Blood on his jaw, rain in his lashes, rage burning behind his eyes like wildfire trapped in glass.

The glassy sheen in my eyes. The tear trailing down. The shaky hand reaching up to touch his jaw-God, it's still warm. Still familiar. Still mine.

I force the smallest, most pitiful smile I can muster. It's fake, but maybe, somehow-a part ofwants to say this for so long.

"You hurt me, Enoch." 3/5 20:03 Wed, 21 May Chapter 128 His breath hitches.

459% I lean in, gently running my thumb over the scrape on his cheek. His eyes burn down at me, forest green and furious, but faltering.

I could fall for it like I always do.

But right now, he's the man that could potentially hurtand my child, I cant risk it. I just can't. So bear with me, Enoch. I'm sorry.

"You scared me." I whisper, letting the truth slip out like smoke.

He blinks. And just like that, I watch it.

The fire in him stutters.

He softens.

My thumb brushes the cut on his cheek. Gentle. Too gentle.

"I was yours. And you broke me." He exhales like I stabbed him.

Good. I got him.

I slowly step closer. Controlled. Let him smell me. Let the bond stir. Let his obsession bite its own tail.

"You said I was your weakness," I are you trying to breathe. "So why are you why destroy the right now?" His pupils dilate. I feel the shift in him.

He's unraveling-and I'm pulling the thread.

Then I do something dangerous. Something stupid.

I tilt my chin up like I'm about to kiss him.

Let him think I'm giving in.

Let him think I'm still his.

Because if I'm going to survive this...

if I'm going to get out alive with my baby stil safe inside......

I need to make him remember.

Not who I am.

But who he was.

Even if I have to lie to his face.

Even if I have to burn with him.

Even if it fucking kills me.

"I'm coming with you, okay?" I whisper.

Believe it, Enoch. For now.