Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King novel Chapter 98

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Who in the world is it? I’m beginning to think the Goddess really is sending people to ruin my relationship with Enoch. As if reading my mind, the driver looks at me in the rearview mirror, smiling. “It’s Mr. Calloway,” the driver says, as if he’s casually mentioning the weather. 

“Liam? My boss?” I ask and he nods. What is he doing in the p- 

I don’t even have time to process that before the energy inside the car goes feral. 

I turn to Enoch beside me and my eyes widen as I watch his jaw ticks. One second, two. His palm tightens over his thigh, and his nostrils flare just a bit. 

That’s all. There’s no words. No growls this time. But the vibe is unmistakable–if Liam has any surviving grandparents, they probably just keeled over. 

Well boss, you’re definitely fucked. 

I know Enoch might just be on the verge of letting me go, but wolves–our wolves, do not have that kind of choice. You either have mates, you reject them to let them go, or you don’t. 

Enoch and I… we’re still mates. 

And it absolutely doesn’t help that our wolves, most especially his are on the royal bloodline, while mine is of royal court- my deceased father’s. 

This is why the Moon has turned crimson when we both came in the Woodridge Pack. It turned crimson on both of our acceptance ceremonies. The Goddess isn’t accepting us to be part of other packs. 

We slowly belong in the Imperial Pack. 

“He said it’s urgent,” I was pulled out of my thoughts when the driver added. Stop talking, Sir. Your Alpha here is one second away from blowing this vehicle. 

He’s staring on the road as if doesn’t want to be part of this testosterone crime scene. “He’s been waiting in the west garden.” 

Enoch hums. Not in the nice, vibey way. No, definitely not. But in the somebody’s–about–to–die–and–I–won’t–even–hide–the- body kind of way. 

It absolutely doesn’t help that I know Enoch’s a fucking kickboxer too. I can’t let him kickbox the fuck out of Liam. 

I should really stay silent. Let it blow over. But I’m a petty bitch with trauma and half a pack’s worth of pent–up emotional constipation. 

“Oh,” I 

say, brightly. “He must’ve come to congratulate me. It’s my council debut and all that. A big moment for me” 

Enoch looks at me. Those forest greens are sharp, heavy, and most definitely not amused. 

And still, I smile. 

I know you, baby. You still want me. A person playing a role will eventually forget their lines. I have to pay attention, this act of yours cannot go on forever. 

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” I ask, grinning at him. His brows props up, as if he didn’t think I would have the audacity. 

“Is my disinterest so unfathomable to you?” He seethes. I lean in closer, but he doesn’t pull away. Oh Enoch, as confident as 

think you are right now. I could hear your breath hitching underneath me. 

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“Then… is my attraction so meaningless to you?” I pout, so close to his face. You’re gonna fall again soon. Very soon. 

Game on, Your Majesty. 

By the time we get back to the palace, I’m practically buzzing. 

The second the car stops, Enoch’s already opening his door as if it has personally offended him. 

“Wait for m-“I follow him out but is cut off when I immediately spot Liam leaning by one of the stone benches near the rose archway. His tie’s loose, sleeves rolled, hair slightly tousled–corporate hot and smug as hell. 

I’m still not over what he did back in the apartment, but I’lll get over it. 

“Hey,” I smile, walking over to him. 

Liam grins. “Taryn.” 

“You made it.” 

“I had to,” he says. “Looks like I taught you how to handle assholes in corporate, didn’t I?.” His gaze flicks past me for a beat. Yeah, the King’s still here. “Didn’t want you thinking I didn’t care.” 

“Oh, she definitely didn’t think that,” Enoch says behind me, his deep ass voice dripping in sarcasm as though he’s fighting off a cough made of bile. Oh come on. “We’ve all been tending to her lately?” 

I spin, look him in those beautiful greens, and smile again. Fine, let’s test the waters, shall we? 

“That’s sweet, Your Majesty. But I’m sure you have more important things to tend to now, don’t you?” I cooed, seductively. He doesn’t answer. He just stares. One of those lingering, I’m–not–done–with–you stares. 

So I pivot and turn to Liam, looping my arm through his. “Come on. Let’s talk somewhere that doesn’t smell like burning ego.” 

I don’t even have to look back to know Enoch’s watching us walk away. 

We end up in the side garden–less guards, more privacy. I sit down on the edge of the fountain while Liam stands beside it, hands in his pockets, eyes sweeping the manicured hedges like he’s searching for snipers. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually come,” I admit. 

“You looked like you were drowning with him behind you,” he says. “Figured someone should check if you still had head above water.” 

“I do.” I gesture to my face. “Mostly.” 

your 

He chuckles. “You know, when I first met you, I thought you were just another ballsy intern who’d crash and burn in a week.” 

I roll my eyes at him, “Thanks.” 

“You’re still ballsy. Just… a little more like gasoline and matches than I expected.” 

I grin before it turns into a full blown laugh. Gasoline? Matches? “You’re terrible at compliments.” 

He smiles back, hands in his pockets, “I know.” 

Liam walks over as he leans his hands on the fountain edge beside me. “I meant it though. You were damn impressive 

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having the guts to even go here.” 

I swallow, look at him. “It takes a lot.” 

Something in his expression shifts, softens. “How are you, really?” 

Dangerous question. I could cry, or kiss him–or maybe not, or punch someone. None of those would fix anything. 

“I’m surviving.” I reply. 

“That’s not the same as living.” 

“And yet, I’m not dead.” 

We sit like that for a beat. Until he says something that makes my stomach shift. 

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“There’s a record in the palace archive,” he says slowly, “of the King’s former fiance–her last movements before her… accident. I saw it once, back when I still had clearance. There was surveillance footage redacted and someone scrubbed it clean.” 

My whole body goes still. 

Redacted footage. In a palace that doesn’t delete anything. 

That can only mean one thing–somebody didn’t want Celeste’s last moments seen. And I fucking know who. 

Brooke. 

A memory flashes–Maldives. Right before we left, Celeste was crying after her father scolded her. I think I remember Brooke hugging her. 

“I’ll handle it,” Brooke had said. 

The next day, the photo of me and Enoch kissing on the balcony exploded online. It was the chaos Enoch and I decided to run away from. 

She did handle it, didn’t she? Like a goddamn snake. 

“Liam.” My voice comes out clipped. “Can you find that footage again?” 

He looks hesitant. “Maybe. I don’t have the clearance anymore, but… I have friends. I can try.” 

“I need it.” 

His expression hardens slightly. “You think anyone could-” 

“I know someone who would” 

He nods, slowly. “I’ll get what I can. But… Taryn.” 

I glance up. 

“I’m not doing this to get something from you. I just want to help. And maybe fix what I fucked up back at your apartment.” 

I blink. Oh, the kiss. The almost kiss. My heart softens. I was at fault there too for being close to giving in because of the alcohol. It’s not entirely his fault. I scratch the back of my head, “That?” 

He shrugs, looks away. “I was out of line.” 

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I laugh, a breathy, real thing that surprises both of us. “You think I’m mad about that?”