Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 2

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Chapter 2

Who... Who are you?" I whispered, my voice barely audible as my hand hesitated in midair, trembling

The wolf-no, this thing was bigger than any wolf I'd ever seen-stared back at me. Its red eyes glowed like embers, cutting through the shadows of the forest. But there wasn't any fury in them. No bloodlust. Instead, it felt like... recognition. Like

it

knew me

My fingers brushed against its fur before I could stop myself. Soft. That's what threw me off the most. For a beast this size, its fur felt like velvet beneath my touch.

It leaned into my hand. Just a little. Enough to make my heart stutter,

"What the hell...I muttered under my breath. This was insane. It could rip my arm off in a second, but it didn't.

Instead, it let me touch it.

My hand slid along its neck, and for a moment, I forgot about the blood staining its muzzle. But when my eyes trailed lower. the sight hit me like a slap.

Blood. Crimson streaks glistening under the moonlight. Its teeth, its fur-hell, even the ground around it-were splattered with the evidence of its kill.

My hand jerked back like I'd touched fire.

The wolf's ears flattened against its massive skull, and its eyes dimmed. It took a step back, slumping slightly as if the rejection physically hurt.

Was it

sad?

No. Absolutely not. I wasn't going to pity a blood-soaked beast that just murdered my only source of comfort in this godforsaken pack-a damn deer. My deer.

"Great," 1 hissed, throwing my hands up. "As if getting rejected by Kallias in front of everyone wasn't enough, now I'm playing therapist to a homicidal wolf. Fantastic."

The wolf's ears twitched.

And then it stumbled.

I froze, watching as its legs buckled beneath it. It caught itself before it hit the ground, but the effort was written all over its trembling frame.

That's when I saw it.

The gash.

The fur near its side was slick with blood, hiding the wound until now. But as the beast shifted, the ugly, raw edges of torn. flesh became impossible to miss. Blood dripped from it, pooling onto the dirt below.

"Shit," I muttered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

The wolf's gaze locked onto mine again, its red eyes still burning but softer now. Pleading.

And just like that, my panic took a backseat to something else.

"Why me?" I groaned, crouching down slowly. My knees scraped against the

rough forest floor as I inched closer. "Of all the Omegas in the pack, you pick the one who just got Jumiliated in public to deal with your furry-ass problems."

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The woll di

move, it just

watched me

"This is so stupid," I muttered. My hands hovered over its side, trembling again. "Don't bite me, okay? I swear, if you so much as twitch wrong. I'll... -

The wolf huffed.

Huffed. Like I was the one being ridiculous.

"Oh, you've got jokes now?" I glared at it, but my hands kept moving. The fur around the wound was sticky with blood, and the gash was worse than 1 thought. Deep. Too deep for something this big to still be standing.

at the hem of my dress, the fabric ripping easily. The wolf's ears twitched at

doesn't mean we're friends, I warned, pressing the makeshift bandage

a low growl rumbling in its

I didn't back

The growl stopped.

tied the bandage as tightly as I could, ignoring the stickiness of its blood on my fingers. My stomach

my heels and stared at

welcome," I

head, watching me with

a wolf, are you?" The words slipped out before I could

red eyes

a moment, just a moment, I swore it

massive, bloodied frame. Its tail wagged faintly, a silent request

wrong after what it had done, but its gaze burned into me, waiting. "Go," I whispered,

eyes dimming. A low whine escaped its throat before it finally closed its eyes,

1 didn't dare linger.

my chest as I skirted around it, every instinct screaming at me to keep my distance. My hands found the lifeless body of my deer, its warm

nausea.

up. Silas' weight sagged against me, but I couldn't just leave it there. Not for scavengers, not for that

had my deer, but it hadn't. I didn't understand it, and that

buckling as I placed the deer gently

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sturdy. I grab it, digging into the dirt with stiff, jerking

Don't think. Just dig

felt tight-full of something too big, too ugly to name. I pushed it down, down, as

as I rested its head in the dirt like it could

brought you here," I said, my voice cracking. "I

before I forced myself to cover it with dirt. Each shovelful made it

by the grave, my hands

thought creeping into my head. That wolf-why had it stopped? Why didn't it kill me when it

dirt from my hands. My legs moved before I could stop them, carrying me back toward the spot where I'd left it. The

It wasn't there.

where the wolf had been. A man. His body was crumpled in the dirt, and blood pooled around him like he was trying to drown in

felt my heart skip a

That was the wolf.

He's a rogue.

hand trembling as I brushed his hair back from his face. He's gorgeous, and I'm afraid to say this, perhaps even more gorgeous than Kallias-sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and lips that could've been sculpted by a god. If

I muttered, my fingers trailing down to the wound on his side. It was deep, the kind of

groan escaping his lips. The sound

from the depths of

glancing over my shoulder. If anyone found him here, they'd assume the worst. Rogues didn't get mercy the Riverstone Pack. And if they

call Gamma. That was the responsible thing to do. That's what a pack member should

him-his chest rising and falling shallowly, blood still dripping from his wounds-I

in

gash on his side. If I didn't do something, he wasn't going to make

sunrise.

no time for doubt.

this, I muttered under my

wasn't dying on

Not today.

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a full sack of wet cement uphill. His body was solid. heavier than I expected, and reeked of blood and forest. By the time I

The sharp scent of antiseptic hit me,

favorite," the pack doctor muttered, not even looking up from

hand. Her wiry hair was pulled into a bun

shoved the man into a chair, doing my best to position him without dropping him on the

on him. "And who exactly is "he"?" she asked, her voice sharp with

calm expression onto my face even though my heart

my chest. “He's... uh," Fuck, think Taryn.

No, of course I

know I have no

Uh...

He's my boyfriend."

snapped shut, and