Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100 

Chapter 100 

Fuck it, he walks so fast. Those legs better stop or I’m gonna lose my breath before I make my point. 

“Ah, damn it” I trip on one of the rocks, one of my shoes sliding out. I rush after him with only one shoe on the other. “Enoch! Listen!” I scream, losing the last ounce of care I have for all the sleeping pack members right now. This bastard. 

I’ll kickbox his face. 

He doesn’t speak when I follow him into the palace. He doesn’t look back either. He simply walks like a storm, thunder in his footsteps, fury bleeding from his skin. 

This man is a god. A very infuriating one too. 

My palms are still clammy from where I touched him earlier. I should have cherished those few seconds while I could. It was the first I had touched him for the last week. I don’t care if it was his wolf and not entirely him. 

I glance down at my hands while I rush behind him. I can still feel the way his body vibrated under mine–violent, feral, as though he was seconds from snapping every bone in Liam’s neck. 

He would’ve. 

He really would’ve killed him. 

For a kiss that never happened. I need him to know it didn’t happen. 

The doors to the garden slam shut behind us with a bang that makes one of the maids jump. I don’t stop moving. I don’t fucking blink. Because I know the moment I do, he’ll disappear again. 

He already did once. I can’t let him slip away again. 

“Enoch,” I call, voice sharp, chest tight from walking too much. 

He keeps walking. There’s no sign of him slowing down, he doesn’t even flinch. 

God, he’s really doing this. Shutting me out. Again. 

“Are you just gonna pretend I didn’t stop you from murdering someone in the backyard?” 

Still nothing. 

So I chase after him–barefoot on the other–and grab his arm just before he makes it to the hallway near his quarters. 

He yanks it out of my grip. 

“Don’t fucking touch me right now, Sinclair.” 

My last name. That’s rich. 

I laugh, sharp and humorless. “Oh, we’re doing this again? The full–name, passive–aggressive, cold–ass treatment? Should I bow while I’m at it, your Highness?” 

He spins. Finally. And his eyes–his fucking eyes–are pitch black. Not just angry. Betrayed. Again. As though I just stabbed him in the ribs and twisted the blade. 

“You kissed him.” 

“I didn’t.” My voice is low now. Even. Too even. 

He snarls. “I heard him. I saw 

“You saw nothing,” I snap, stepping into him. “You assumed like you always do, because the idea of trusting me is so foreign to you it must burn like acid in your throat.” 

His jaw flexes. His fists are still clenched as if he’s one second away from putting them through the wall. 

But I’m not done. 

“Why is that so hard for you to believe?” My voice is shaking and I can feel the lump in my throat slowly rising up. Don’t cry now, Taryn. You haven’t said everything yet. 

Enoch freezes. Just for a second. Then his gaze lifts, sharp and hollow, like a loaded gun cocked back and ready to fire. And before I knew it, those now dull green eyes were piercing right through me. 

“Where has that ever gotten me?” He murmurs. 

My heart drops to my stomach and I can feel the last inkling of my self worth dissipating into the air. I grit my teeth, bite my tongue, putsed my lips–but this time, it does nothing to suppress the tears that are now collecting on the corner of my 

eyes. 

Then… all my efforts, were they all in vain? 

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. No defense. No plea. Not even a breath. 

The silence between us curdles. 

“Enoch,” I called, my voice raw. 

The tears I swore I’d swallowed–drowned–slide down my cheeks, slow and humiliating. It’s just a quiet, pathetic defeat. He turns to me and his brows props up as he sees the tears in my eyes. 

I smile, a forced one, but I smile trying to find the Enoch I had found in the woods right now. “You’re never gonna forgive me, are you?” My voice cracks like glass. Fragile. Final. 

It’s a question I already know the answer to. 

But I still ask it. 

say 

Because some part of me–some desperate, broken piece–needs to hear him it. 

It needs to know whether I should keep standing here… or finally let go. 

Enoch looks away, and I grit my teeth, taking a step back. “You wanna be pissed at me? Fine. Be pissed. Be cruel. Be the King everyone’s afraid of.” 

I glare at him, the hurt beginning to subside as all the memories from two weeks ago comes back to me. “But don’t you fucking dare act like I’m the traitor here.” 

This time, he finally turns. I walk over to him, so close I can feel the heat of his body radiating into mine.“Taryn-” 

“No.” My voice breaks as I look up at his height, glaring teary–eyed up to that stupid, handsome face… “You wanna talk about betrayal? Let’s fucking talk betrayal.” I hissed. 

I push him. Hard. My hands hit his chest and he barely moves, but the impact is enough to make him blink. I didn’t wanna open this right now. 

I don’t think I’ve hated something as much as me wanting you. 

I take a step forward, and before I knew it, the words leave my mouth.“You kissed Brooke 

“What?” he seethes, though I’ve just accused him of murder. 

His mouth opens. But I’m already shaking my head, my eyes burning 

I scoff. “Don’t play dumb. I saw her in your office that night. On your desk. Crying all over you like some twisted little comfort doll.” My voice cracks, but I keep going. 

“You think that didn’t kill me? You think I didn’t want to rip her fucking hair out when I saw you two? I wanted to, so fucking bad, Enoch. You’re MY mate too!” I exclaim, fisting on my burning chest that won’t stop hurting. 

“But I didn’t. I didn’t throw a fit. I didn’t even bring it up because I-“I bite down on my lip, tasting blood. “Because I wanted you back. So badly. I would’ve taken you back even after that.” 

I didn’t want to come to this. 

I clench my fist forming crescents on my palm. Cam the fuck down, Taryn. I shake my head att him, “I don’t know what the fuck to think anymore.” My voice cracks and for the first time tonight, the dam in my chest finally gives out. 

“Because the man I loved–the man I still love–is gone.” 

He flinches. Just barely. But it’s there. 

“What happened with you and Brooke?” I start off, reminiscing that exact moment I stood outside watching the betrayal happening in front of my eyes. 

“I didn’t ask. I didn’t even blame you.” My voice trembles. “Because I thought… if you needed her… to cope…then maybe–maybe I deserved t–that.” I look down at the floor. My hands are shaking and the words just kept flowing out. 

‘Let’s just leave, Taryn. Eris whispered on the back of my head. I shake my head, the tears flowing. I need to let this out. I need to say it. 

Because for the second time in my life, I loved someone again. I loved so much again that it hurts to talk entirely. No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand, Blackwell. 

I look up and his jaw tightens. 

I wipe at my face with the back of my sleeve. I look down at my feet, with only one shoe in now. “But I want you back. I still want you. Even after all the fucking pain, I still love you, Enoch. So goddamn much that it makes me feel like a fucking idiot.” 

“You wrote about me,” he says again, voice quieter now. “About my secrets, Taryn while I gave you everything in Maldives— you fucking wrote about me..” 

I shake my head so hard it makes me dizzy. “I didn’t. I wrote a draft. I never sent it. Someone stole it, Enoch. And twisted it into something I never meant for the world to see.” 

His eyes flash. But I don’t think it even matters right now. “Who?” 

“I–I still don’t know…” It sounds like an excuse. 

So I let the silence thicken. Let the cracks spread in my ribs until my chest caves in. 

And then I say the one thing I’ve been choking on for weeks. 

“I waited for you,” I whisper. “Every night.” 

His face tightens. I keep going. 

“But I’m tired now, Enoch.” My voice barely makes it past my throat. 

It’s pathetic–raspy and broken and quiet. Like it’s never been used before. Or maybe because it’s been used too much. I don’t even know anymore. 

“I am so fucking tired.” I whisper, my lips trembling. He moves slightly, like he might step forward. His fingers twitch. His jaw clenches as if there’s something he wants to say. 

But he doesn’t say it.