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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audible.

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into my touch. His hair is surprisingly soft despite the ordered as his temple and 1 have to fight the urge

This is weird

also not the worst feeling

Nope. Not going

my hand back. I scoot away from him, trying to put some distance between us, but he follows, crawling forward on his knees like he's afraid I'll disappear if he

"Stay," he pleads.

"But you-l gesture vaguely at the blood smearing his arms

notice-or care. He's focused entirely on me, like the rest of the world doesn't

like ripples in

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

"That rogue's dead?"

it. He's

want to roll my eyes, but I don't even have the

it was Kallias.

wasn't the one elbow-deep in blood and guts Enoch pulled out

daze, barking orders at the pack warriors behind

to investigate

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

my legs too wobbly to trust, when Kallias turns to me. There's something almost human in his eyes-concern,

would be impossible. It's

starts, but he doesn't get

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

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Enoch says quietly-steady but full

dead, his

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

shoulders squaring as he stands to his full

never seen Kallias hesitate before, but now he does. His gaze flicks between me and

features.

wasn't able to continue his words as

then all of a sudden, without so much as a

squirming in his

even blink. "Taryn

is

figure out if

not scared," I lie,

tilts his head, totally

giving up the fight. "Fine. But I can walk,

if that's explanation enough, and starts walking toward

my face heating up, but Enoch doesn't seem to notice-or care. His focus stays entirely

Kallas is still standing there, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His expression is

for it.

Guilt? Whatever it is, I don't have

my room without

sense

Blood.

Blood.

So much blood.

my sheets, on the edges of the doorframe where his hands must

out of his arms. He sets me down gently, his brows furrowing at my tone. "You're covered

at himself, then back at me, tilting his head again like he's trying to figure

I say, pointing

repeats,

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