Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 6

Chapter 6

I don't believe it.

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"Are you sure?" I ask, barely above a whisper. My pulse is clawing out of my chest, trying to get out and confirm it myself.

She holds up the newspaper, her expression grim. "It's front-page news. Take a look yourself."

I don't. I can't. My legs move before I even realize it.

Dr. Lisa's voice still echoes in my head, even as I rush back to my room. The hallway feels longer than usual, with each of my step heavy with a million thoughts slamming into me at once.

Missing? The Alpha King? How?

my parent's

My dream-the one thing I've been clinging to, the reason I've been digging through every lead I can find to my death-it's slipping away.

I shove the door open and slam it shut behind me, my chest tightening as I try to catch my breath. I don't waste time-l go

notebook. straight to the dresser, yanking open the bottom drawer where I've hidden my

It's old and battered, the corners of the pages curling from years of flipping through them. Inside are notes, maps, and fragments of information I've gathered over the years about the Imperial Pack. About the Alpha King.

And about my family.

I flip through the pages, my eyes scanning the scribbled handwriting. The pieces don't connect, but I know-I know-there' something here. Something I've missed.

My brother's voice plays in my head, rough and quiet as we sat huddled together in the unclaimed lands back then, looking for food, only a few days before his death when we were attacked.

"The Imperial Pack did this. They killed him. They killed Dad."

I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut. It's been years, but I still can't

remember everything. Just fragments-too broken to make sense of, too sharp to ignore.

This notebook was supposed to be my way forward. My ticket to finding answers. And the Alpha King was supposed to be my lead.

But now he's gone.

I sink to the floor, clutching the notebook to my chest as tears spill over. All of it crashes down on me-years of chasing shadows, of hoping for something more than dead ends. And now, it feels like it's all slipping through my fingers.

I let myself cry, for once not caring if anyone hears me.

When I finally look up from my soaked arms, wiping at my face, I see him.

Enoch is standing in the doorway, his broad frame leaning against the doorframe

it almost looks like he wouldn't fit. He doesn't say anything but simply watches me with that unreadable expression of his.

I sniff, wiping at my face with the back of my hand. "How long have you been standing there?"

He doesn't answer. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, like he's trying to figure me

out.

He looks like a kid. Are all people with amnesia like this?

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A shaky laugh escapes me as 1 push myself off the floor "Well, this is embarrassing,” I mumble, wiping at my face again. "You can't just sneak up on people like that, you kriose

He all doesn't say anything, and for some reason, that makes me feel calmer. Like

I don't have to explain myself

For an entire moment, I forget everything I cried over for simply with him-a stranger-being here

Enoch steps into the room, his gaze locked on me as I walk toward him. His face is still bruised, the marks from the kicks he received earlier standing out against

his olive skin. I reach up without thinking, brushing my thumb over a cut on his cheekbone.

"You're a mess," I say softly.

He doesn't move. He doesn't flinch. He just stares at me, his emerald eyes following every movement of my hand.

"I should clean this up," I mutter, but my voice sounds far away even to me.

The air is suffocating, thick with something I don't want to name. His breathing is uneven, shallow, each rise and fall of his chest pulling me closer. My hand is still on his face, my fingers brushing the rough scrape of his jaw. He hasn't moved, hasn't looked away.

What am I doing?

Those emerald eyes are a trap, it's dark and unyielding, and I know I should pull back, but I can't. He doesn't blink, doesn't

break

My pulse slams against my ribs, and I force a step back, feeling his gaze burning into me. “I'll, uh, grab the-

Before I can finish, his hand shoots up, grabbing mine.

"Don't stop." he murmurs, his voice low and almost... pleading.

He pulls my hand back to his face, pressing my palm to his cheek. His eyes flutter

shut, and for a moment, he looks... peaceful.

My heart stutters in my chest, and I feel like I've forgotten how to breathe.

"Enoch.."

"Taryn!"

snaps me out of it.

The sound of my name snaps me out

1 pull my hand back, stumbling a step away from him. "I-I have to go work!" I stammer, turning toward the door. "The head maid needs me."

a step back, shaking my head to clear it. "That's... that's

go."

turn to leave, I catch it-the flicker of red in

wolf when I first saw him back in the

his head. His voice is calm, like he's

I freeze. "What?"

he says

My stomach drops.

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drying rack, wiping my hands

there, isn't he? Kallias, running after some roque wolf," one of the girl wys,

pirhug

admiration

in. "How did a rogue even get past

border

stiffen, my ears pricking at their conversation. Kallias

Enoch has

one

laughter.

their eyes dart to me before rolling

breath, "Yeah, laugh it up. At least I'm not the

doesn't

hell for Omegas, it's this-chores that never end, a hierarchy that doesn't even

of clothes in my arms, balancing the basket on one

the dryer.

one of Seraphina's minions blocks my way, her fake- smile plastered across her face like it's

there.

for Seraphina's clothes," she says, snatching

waiting for

so hard I'm surprised my jaw doesn't

rolling my

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No," I say quickly, stepping back toward him.

head! Are you a

shakes his head to

None. Zero, You can't

definitely can't mean

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both hands, forcing him to look at me. His eyes soften, the

green, and

guilty

me." I say,

slowly, like a scolded

the maid calls

dropping my hands. "Stay

don't go killing

just watches me, his gaze

feel like jelly. I press my hand to my

hell just

dishes. With the size

endless.

another plate on the drying rack, wiping my hands on my apron when

really out there, isn't he? Kallias, running after some rogue wolf," one

her tone syrupy

furious," another chimes in. “How

borders?"

pricking at their conversation.

aside from Enoch has entered

first one whispers,

laughter.

with fake

and sure enough, their eyes dart to me before rolling dramatically. They walk off, still

it up. At least I'm not

guy who doesn't know I

that never end, a hierarchy that doesn't even let you breathe, and

clothes in my arms, balancing the basket on one hip as

the dryer.

of Seraphina's minions blocks my way, her

there.

dryer for Seraphina's clothes," she says, snatching the

without waiting

hard I'm surprised my jaw doesn't

under my breath, rolling my eyes as I grab

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glares, but I don't wait for her response. I

in the sun isn't

skin as I step onto the grass. The only available clothesline is at the far edge of the yard, right by the forest, Great. Because being close to potential rogue

want to

pack house sits close to the treeline, which