Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King 53 Chapter 53 1 fucking hate this day.

It's the kind of day that grinds you down to dust-one inconvenience at a tuntil you're two seconds away from committing a felony just to get the universe to cut you sslack.

First, I humiliated myself in front of the entire office during my first day. Then I found out he is coming to the city Lycan King, the ghost who ripped my heart out and walked away like it was a favor.

Enoch. Fucking Enoch.

Goddamnit, I don't even know his last name.

The rain is pouring hard outside and I glance down.

the For thirty minutes now, I'm locked out of my shitty apartment, staring at the door as if I can manifest telekinesis through sheer, simmering rage.

I jiggle the handle harder, biting down a snarl. The lock doesn't budge. My keys sit on the kitchen counter inside-right next to the half-empty bottle of cheap wine I was supposed to drown my misery in.

Of course, they do.

"Perfect," I mutter, smacking my forehead against the door with a hollow thunk. "Fucking perfect. Love that for me." I exhale slowly through my nose, forcing down the panic bubbling under my ribs. I could call maintenance - but knowing my luck, they'd take three hours to show up and chargehalf my rent for the pleasure of unlocking my own goddamn door. Option two: break a window.

Tempting - but considering this apartment is hanging by a thread between livable and crack den chic, I'm not convinced the window wouldn't just shatter into toxic dust the second I touched it.

Option three: camp outside like a pathetic little stray until morning.

I glance down at my crumpled blouse, the coffee stain dried into a sad brown blotch near my boob. Yeah, I'm one missing shoe away from full-blown Disney princess breakdown territory.

A door creaks open behind me.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

I don't even have to turn around to know who it is because the universe clearly has a hard-on for kickingwhen I'm down.

Liam fucking Beckett.

Of course.

Because if there's one thing this day needed, it's my boss-slash-neighbor-slash- certified pain in the ass witnessing my rock bottom in real time.

"You lost the key to your kingdom, Your Highness?" grind my teeth, slowly turning to face him. He's leaning against his doorway like the world's i infuriating male model tousled hair, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, plain white T-shirt stretched across lean muscle. Casual. Effortless.

1/7 Chapter 58 Completely unaware that every woman in this building probably thinks about riding his face at least twice a week.

I wouldn't know anything about that. Obviously.

I cross my arms, trying to pretend I don't feel like a half-wet dog left out in the rain. "What are you doing here?" He lifts a brow. "I live here" Smartass.

I scowl, heat prickling under my skin. "I meant, why aren't you out feeding on the tears of interns or sacrificing virgins to the journalism gods or whatever the fuck you do after hours?" Liam's mouth twitches, the corner of his lips tugging up like he's trying not to smile.

God, I hate that smirk. Hate how it makes something hot coil low in my stomach. He's nothing like my sweet Enoch.

"You're in a mood." "No shit." I slap my palm against the door again, rattling it in its frame. It holds firm the stubborn bastard.

Liam's gaze flicks lazily betweenand the door, enjoying this a little too much. "Locked out?" I plaster on my sweetest fake smile. "Nope. Just bonding with my door. We're trauma-bonded now. Very intimate stuff.

actually fucking snorts He snorts - like I'm the most amusing little disaster he's ever seen.

Dick.

"Well, don't letinterrupt your spiritual awakening." He turns like he's about to walk back inside - and I swear to God, something insidesnaps.

"Wait." The word punches out ofbefore I can stop it. I immediately regret it.

Liam freezes mid-step, glancing back with one eyebrow raised.

His eyes are sharp- too sharp - like he knows exactly how badly I don't want to need his help.

I swallow my pride. It tastes like broken glass and humiliation.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to pick a lock, would you?" There's a long pause.

Liam fucking grins.

Of course he does.

Then "You think I carry a lock pick set around for fun?" I cross my arms tighter, leaning back against the wall as if I'm not internally combusting. "I think you're the kind of guy who probably had a criminal record before he hit puberty." 2/7 92% Chapter 53 His grin widens, teeth flashing white.

"Maybe." Jesus Christ, is that a dimple? I hate him. I hate him so much.

Without another word, Liam reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a small, sleek leather case. He flips it open with practiced ease, revealing a set of lockpicks gleaming against the black lining.

1 blink.

"What the actual fuck-" "Old habit." He kneels by the lock, fingers moving quick and precise. The muscles in his forearms flex under the fabric of his shirt, veins tracing up his wrists.

I force myself to look away. Definitely not staring. Nope.

"Should I be concerned that my boss moonlights as a criminal?" Liam's lips twitch again, but he doesn't look up.

"Relax, Sinclair. I only break into the apartments of damsels in distress." I snort. "Bold of you to assI'm a damsel." "Bold of you to assyou're not." My mouth opens Dick. Again.

then snaps shut.

The lock clicks open with a soft snick.

Liam stands, brushing off his hands. I stare at the open door, then back at him.

"You... you actually just carry that around?" He shrugs, already heading back to his own apartment. "Never know when you'll need it." "That's not sketchy at all." He glances over his shoulder, something dark flickering behind those too-sharp eyes.

"Depends on who's asking." The hairs on the back of my neck rise. For a second, the hallway feels smaller - the air thicker. As though maybe I should be more scared of him than I am.

But then the moment's gone.

Liam disappears behind his door, leavingstanding there - flushed, flustered, and way too fucking curious.

I should forget about it.

I should forget about him.

3/7 Chapter 53 But I know myself and I know my stupid, stubborn little journalist brain.

Liam Beckett just beca puzzle I have no business solving.

And I am absolutely going to rip him apart piece by piece.

I step inside my apartment, shutting the door behind me. The lock clicks too loud in the silence.

My heart is still beating faster than it should be.

+53 I lean back against the door, clutching the necklace hanging around my throat - the one I haven't taken off since the day he left.

Enoch is coming to this city.

Enoch.

My Enoch.

My chest seizes so hard I have to press a hand to the wall to steady myself.

No. Not mine.

Not anymore.

I suck in a breath through my nose, holding it until my ribs burn-until the panic recedes enough forto lock it down. Deep. Buried. Where it's been for months now.

I can't fall apart. Not here. Not again.

I've built myself brick by brick from the wreckage he left behind, and I'll be damned if I let one overheard conversation shatterall over again.

Not for him.

I kick the door shut behind me, the flimsy lock clicking into place, and peel off my jacket. My whole body aches-part from exhaustion, part from holding myself together by sheer fucking willpower.

I glance at the single bed shoved against the wall, sheets still tangled from last night's insomnia spiral. The tiny kitchenette that barely fits a stove. The cracked plaster ceilings with cigarette burns from the last tenant.

Fresh start, my ass.

This city isn't a clean slate-it's a graveyard.

And I walked straight into it, hoping I could bury the ghost of him here.

I press the heels of my hands into my eyes until colors bloom behind my lids. My breathing hitches when the necklace around my throat digs into my skin-the one thing I couldn't bring myself to throw away.

"He left this... for you." I remember Kallias muttering as he handedthis. It stayed in my drawer for months until I had the courage to take it out The chain is warm where it rests against my pulse, the small iron pendant heavy between my collarbones.

His mark.

His fucking claim-even if he never knew what it meant.

4/7 07,92% Chapter 53 I should have left it back in Riverstone. Or had it tossed it in the woods where he left me.

But I didn't.

Because I'm still the spathetic girl who clung to him as he was the first person who ever wanted me-who ever saw-only to watch him walk away without a backward glance.

"Fuck you," I whisper to the empty room, the crack in my voice betraying me.

He's not here.

But somehow, he's everywhere.

I strip off my clothes on autopilot, leaving them in a trail to the bathroom. The hot water kicks on after a few violent sputters, steaming the cracked mirror.

I stand under the spray long after the heat leaches out, letting it scald my skin red-as if I can burn him offif I stay under long enough.

The memory slams intobefore I can stop it.

His hands on my waist, pressinginto the creaking mattress of that shitty cabin bed. His breath hot in my ear. The sound of his voice when he forgot to hold himself back-when he wantedand didn't know why.

"Taryn..." I squeeze my eyes shut, but it only makes it worse-makes him sharper.

His large cagingin. The scratch of his stubble against my neck. His hard erection on my back then. The way his fingers bruised into my hips while he draggeddown onto him, as if he couldn't get close enough no matter how deep he fucked 1. me.

I was still wet from the first twhen he rolledonto my stomach, pinned my

wrists to the bed, and pushed back inside-slow and deep until wash biting the pillow to keep from screaming. God.

I brace my hands against the tiles, the shower spray pounding down between my shoulder blades.

I shouldn't still want him.

Not after everything.

Not after he left me.

But I can't stop the ache that's been festering insidefor months-the kind that curls low and hot between my legs every tI think about him.

About the way he ruined me.

My nails dig into the grout as I slide one hand down, between my thighs, hating myself even as I do it.

I don't have to close my eyes to feel him. He's already there.

I imagine him behind me-his breath at my neck, his chest pressed flush to my back, holdingexactly where he wants 1. me.

"Take what I give you, little Omega." 5/7 05:56 Mon, 24 Mar Chapter 53 I bite my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, muffling the whimper that slips out. My fingers circle slowly-too soft, too. tentative.

Not like how he did it.

Not like how he'd force my legs open and palmthrough my panties until I was

squirming-until I was begging him with breathless little pleas Cnever meant tallet slip.

I arch into my own touch, chasing that edge that's always just out of reach-always him.

I still remember the way he growled in my ear when I con his fingers the first time.

When he fucking owned me.

My hips jerk, breath catching.

I hate him.

I miss him.

I want him so fucking bad it makesfeel sick.

I cwith his nburied behind my teeth-like a secret, like a sin-ripping throughso hard I nearly collapse against the tiles.

The shhits just as fast as the pleasure.

I slap the faucet off with a trembling hand, letting the freezing water shockback into myself.

I wrap a towel around my body, avoiding my own reflection in the fogged mirror.

My legs feel like jelly as I stumble back into the room, collapsing onto the bed.

The sheets are cold. The mattress sags under my weight.

I stare up at the ceiling, hating the hollow ache yawning inside my chest.

It's not just about the sex.

It never was.

It's the way he looked atwhen he thought I wasn't watching. As though I was something fragile-something worth protecting.

It's the way he touchedlike he didn't know what the fuck he was doing-like he was afraid he might breakif he let himself wanttoo much.

I press the necklace to my lips, squeezing my eyes shut.

He's coming here.

The Lycan King.

The man whose nevery wolf in this city will bow to.

They don't know him like I do.

They don't know how he tastes when he's losing control-how his hands shake

when he's trying to hold he kissedstarving for like he was starving for something he couldn't have. self back-how Chapter 53 I know exactly what will happen if I see him again.

I'll fall apart for him.

I'll hate him for leaving me.

I'll let him breakall over again.

But there's one thing I know for damn sure.

If Enoch sets foot in this city....

I won't be the pathetic little Omega waiting around to be left behind again.

He might have brokenonce.

But this time?