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 rejectingtoo. 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 choketoo.

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 ofleft 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 makesdizzy.

This isn't like last time.

This isn't him calling my nlike 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 holdingtwo nights ago, cupping my jaw like I was his world. How his voice dropped when he said my nlike 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.

1/5 Chapter 130 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 smacksin 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. "Fuck it," I mutter, yanking the other one off and chucking it. I run barefoot now, because why the fuck not. It's not like I haven't bled for this already.

The trees blur. My breath comes out in gasps now, raw and loud and soaked in desperation. I don't know where I'm going-I just know I can't go back.

The last tI looked him in the eyes, I saw something I'd never seen before.

Control-gone. There wasn't any control in those forest green eyes I have always admired.

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

Love? If it's still in there, it's buried under too much rage to matter.

What if I just... go back? Will he still takea- 'Fuck, Taryn. Run!' I hear Eris shout at the back of my head.

I slip again, slam my shoulder into bark. I nearly scream but bite it back, sucking in air through my teeth as I crouch behind a tree. My hands shake. One's pressed over my mouth. The other clenches around my stomach.

And then I hear it.

Crunch.

Dry leaves. Heavy steps.

He's here. He's fucking here.

I close my eyes, trying not to breathe. Trying not to move. My whole body shakes.

My toes dig into the dirt. I feel everything. Cold wind against the sweat on my back. Bark against my spine. Blood between my thighs. And footsteps.

Another one.

He's closer.

2/5 Chapter 130 I hold my breath.

I don't even know what I'm afraid of thore-him catching me... orwanting him Because part ofdoes.

Goddamn it, part ofwants to be dragged back. Wrapped up in his arms, forced to stay, to stop fucking running. Part ofwants to believe he'd forgive me.

Bút he wouldn't.

Not if he knew.

Not what I'm hiding.

Not who I'm carrying.

And I'll burn before I let him find out like this.

The leaves crunch again.

Closer.

I press tighter to the tree, tears leaking from my eyes as I bite the heel of my hand.

Please don't see me.

Please don't fucking see me.

But the forest goes silent. Like it's holding its breath too.

And I know-I know-he's here.

And this time? He's not walking away without me.

Snap.

Fuck.

Fuck. Holy freaking fuck.

The silence that follows the snap of my shoe against the forest floor is thick. It's not peaceful. It's suffocating. Every leaf feels like it's holding its breath. Every branch creaks like it knows something it shouldn't.

I press myself tighter into the base of the tree, the bark biting through my sweater, my chest rising and falling so fast it feels like I'm going to pass out. The fucker found my shoe.

I shouldn't have run. I knew I shouldn't have fucking run. But what the hell else was I supposed to do when the man I once trusted started looking atlike I was prey? "Taryn..." His voice slithers through the trees like smoke, thick, sweet, and choking. "Cout, baby. I found your shoe." Fuck.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

3/5 Chapter 130: telutch my stomach, like my palm could somehow hide the secret blooming inside me. The Baby is safe. He's sake, thaya la bang hin sale * know you're here," Enech calls again, louder this time, and it's not a plea. It's a fucking command. "You promised me, didn't you? You said you wouldn't leave me." My throat locks. He's being delusional if he think I would stay knowing what he might do to me.

Of all the things I wish he forgot, it had to be that one.

I 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 to reason, used to love-it's gone dark. Another branch snaps, closer this time, and I hear him exhale like he's sniffing the wind. And maybe he is. Fucking Lycan instincts.

"You said I was your home," 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 away from it?" I don't mean to make a sound. I swear I don't. But it slips out.

A whimper.

So soft I think it won't matter.

It matters.

Thear him freeze. A tree branch shifts violently somewhere to the left and a growl cuts through the air, low and guttural. Not his wolf-no, his wolf is still buried under whatever fucking curse or coma it's in. This is all him. And that might be worse.

"Oh, baby," Enoch says, and he sounds like he's smiling. "You are here. Good girl." No.

No no no no.

I brace to run, my hand slipping on the bark as I prepare to launch myself into another direction-any direction-but a third voice slices through the air.

"Your Majesty!" A pack warrior. Out of breath. Panting like he ran miles to find him. "The Council is requesting your presence, sir. Immediately. The " That's when it happens.

A pop.

A sound like pressure giving way.

Then squelch.

A wet, gory splatter like meat hitting the floor. And then- Blood. Everywhere.

My scream doesn't even make it past my throat.

A fucking hand-an entire hand-lands inches from my boot. Blood sprays the ferns in front of me. I can feel droplets on my face. And I didn...en see the impact.

Enoch just he just exploded the guy.

4/5 16.58 FISMOJ Chapter 130 Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

My breath hitches. I don't move. I can't. I just stare at the severed hand, still twitching, like the body it belonged to hasn't quite figured out it's dead Enoch inhales sharply, like a satisfied wolf sniffing after a kill. "He was in my way," he says casually, like he didn't just obliterate someone. "He kept interrupting. That's rude, don't you think?" I'm not breathing. I don't even know how to anymore. My nails dig into my thighs.

My stomach twists so violently I think I might throw up. He's lost it He's fucking lost it.

"I heard you, baby," he says again, soft this time. "I know you're scared.

But I'm hurting foo, you know? You But I'm made them laugh at me." He's pacing now. I can hear the way the leaves shuffle under his boots. Slow.

Calculated.

did that. You showed them my weakness. You "But it's okay. We can still fix this." His voice drops even lower, more intimate. Like he's whispering right into my skin. "You don't have to be afraid of me. Just chome." The trees are spinning. I grip my abdomen harder and will my body to shut the fuck up. Not now. Please, not now.

I think he's going to keep talking.

Maybe even walk away. I almost let myself believe I'm safe. That I'm going to make it out of this blood-soaked forest with my heart still inside my chest. But then- Crunch.

A footstep.

Not his.

Behind me.

I freeze. My neck snaps toward the sound and I know.

He hears it.

He fucking hears it.

Enoch's voice rips through the woods like a blade through bone.

"I got you, baby." And just like that- I'm fucked.

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