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

I swear he bis

in, placing my palm lightly on his hair til jeton ne getting killed ble my were

inne me I meble,

audible.

lights up like I just handed

despite the ordered as his

This is weird

not the worst

Nope. Not

quickly, pulling my hand back. I scoot away from him, trying to put some distance between us, but

"Stay," he pleads.

stomach twisting, "I'm not going anywhere," I say softly. "But you-l gesture vaguely at the blood smearing his arms and chest. You

care. He's focused entirely on me,

behind us like ripples in

talking, but none of them know the truth. The Omegas who stumbled upon the aftermath have already convinced themselves it was Kallias who killed

"That rogue's dead?"

must've done it. He's

I don't even have the energy. Of

it was Kallias.

one elbow-deep in blood and guts Enoch pulled out from

his daze,

sure to investigate

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 can't look

legs too wobbly to trust, when Kallias

then that would be impossible. It's Kallias,

he starts, but he doesn't get any

step toward me. He's a blur of muscle and blood, standing up in front of me

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quietly-steady but

dead,

Move," Kallias snaps, "I

eyes narrow, his shoulders squaring as he stands to his full

but now he does. His gaze flicks between

features.

wasn't 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 me, scooping me

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

doesn't even blink.

is blank, but his

out if he did the

lie, my voice quieter

tilts his head,

up the fight. "Fine. But I

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

louder as we pass, every pair of eyes glued to us. I can feel my face heating up, but Enoch doesn't seem to notice-or care. His focus

into fists at his sides. His expression is unreadable, but something about the way he looks

for it.

Guilt? Whatever it is, I don't have time

room without

when we get there, my sense of relief is immediately replaced

Blood.

Blood.

So much blood.

the edges of

gently, his brows furrowing at my tone. "You're covered in blood!

looks down at himself, then back at me, tilting his head

wash up, I say,

he repeats,

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