Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 7

Chapter 7

I can still hear the sickening squelch of flesh tearing apart, the image of Enoch's blood-covered hand pulling at the rogue's throat replaying on a loop in my mind. My hands won't stop trembling

The rogue's body is gone now, dragged away by park warriors who looked just as

disturbed as I feel

Kallias stormed off after barking orders, but I couldn't care less about him. My focus is on the man-no, the thing-that's still standing in front of me.

Enoch

He's holding one of my shirts, using it as a napkin to wipe the blood off his hands.

My clean laundry. The one chore 1 actually had under control today.

He doesn't look bothered. In fact, he looks like he just discovered a fun new game.

His green eyes flick to me, and he tilts his head slightly, the way a dog does when

it doesn't understand why you're upset.

He leans his head forward, eyes hopeful like a golden retriever waiting for a treat.

"Pat," he says softly. "Good?"

1 blink, my brain short-circuiting. The guy is covered in gore, smiling like he just won a prize, and now he wants a freaking head pat?

"Enoch," I start, my voice shaking as I push myself up on my elbows. "You just-" I stop, because I don't even know where to begin. Murdered a rogue? Saved me? Traumatized me?

His smile falters when I don't respond, and my chest tightens at the slight droop in his shoulders.

"You're asking if that was good?"

He nods again, smiling like he's waiting for a gold star.

The sight of that smile-the same one he wore when he tore out the rogue's throat–makes my stomach churn. I step back, my foot slipping on the wet grass, and 1 fall hard on my ass.

Of course, I do,

Enoch crouches down in front of me, his massive frame somehow looking both intimidating and harmless at the same time. His green eyes lock onto mine, and his smile falters when he sees the tears I didn't realize were streaming down my face.

"Bad?" he asks, his brows knitting together in confusion.

I shake my head, unable to form words,

He reaches out, his blood-streaked fingers hovering near my face before pulling back, not sure if he's allowed to touch me.

"Sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

That one word breaks something inside me.

I let out a shaky laugh, though it sounds more like a sob. "You're sorry?" I say, my voice trembling. "You just... you killed at wolf with your bare hands, and you're sorry?"

He nods again, his expression earnest.

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Idon't know whether to scream or hve him

Oh, for fuck'uotr.

"Okay, okay." I mutter, reaching out hesitantly. My hard hovers over his head and huhulish Ba

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inne me I meble,

audible.

face lights up like I just handed him the

surprisingly soft despite the ordered

This is weird

weird. But it's also not the worst feeling in the

Not going

from him, trying to put some distance between us, but he follows, crawling forward on his knees like he's afraid I'll

"Stay," he pleads.

anywhere," I say softly. "But you-l gesture vaguely

focused entirely on me, like the rest of

us like ripples

of them know the truth. The Omegas who stumbled upon the aftermath have already

"That rogue's dead?"

done it. He's

eyes, but I don't even have the energy. Of course,

it was Kallias.

he wasn't the one elbow-deep in blood and guts

shakes himself out of his daze, barking

to

more orders and the warriors snap to action, dragging the rogue's mangled corpse toward the treeline. The sight makes my stomach churn again, but I

when Kallias turns to

be

but he doesn't

a blur of muscle and blood, standing up in front of me as though some kind of

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says quietly-steady

stops dead,

you mean mine? Move," Kallias snaps, "I need to

his shoulders squaring as

seen Kallias hesitate before, but now he does. His gaze flicks between me and Enoch, frustration

features.

able to continue his words

His massive frame cuts Kallias off entirely, and then all of a sudden, without so much as a warning. Enoch turns back to

hell?" I yelp, squirming in his arms. "Put

blink.

freeze, staring up at him. His face is blank, but

to figure out if

I lie, my

tilts his head, totally

the fight. "Fine.

mutters, as if that's explanation enough, and starts walking toward

eyes glued to us. I can feel my face heating up, but Enoch doesn't seem to notice-or care. His focus stays entirely on me, his grip firm but not

fists at his sides. His

for it.

it is, I don't have time

to my room

there, my sense of

Blood.

Blood.

So much blood.

on the edges of the doorframe where his hands

sets me down gently, his brows

at me, tilting his head again like he's trying to

you need to wash up, I say, pointing to the

repeats, his voice

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