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

on his hair

inne me I meble,

audible.

lights up like

His hair is surprisingly soft despite the ordered as his temple and 1 have to fight the urge to jerk my hand

This is weird

weird. But it's also not the worst

Nope. Not going

say quickly, pulling 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 doesn't

"Stay," he pleads.

softly. "But you-l gesture vaguely at the blood smearing his arms and chest. You need to

on me,

us like ripples in a

talking, but none of them know the truth. The Omegas who stumbled upon the

"That rogue's dead?"

must've done it. He's so strong-so

but I don't even

it was Kallias.

because he wasn't the one elbow-deep in blood

shakes himself out of his daze, barking orders at the

sure to

the rogue's mangled corpse toward the treeline. The sight makes my stomach churn again, but I can't

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

that would be impossible. It's Kallias,

he

before Kallias can take another step toward me. He's a blur of muscle and blood, standing up

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says quietly-steady

stops dead,

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

shoulders squaring as he stands to his

seen Kallias hesitate before, but now he does. His gaze flicks between

features.

wasn't able to continue his

of a sudden, without so much as a warning. Enoch

squirming

even blink. "Taryn is

him. His face is blank, but his

figure out if he

I lie, my voice

tilts his

the fight. "Fine. But I can

if that's explanation enough, and starts

as we pass, every pair of eyes glued to us. I can feel my face heating up, but

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

for it.

is, I don't

to my room without a single complaint, his silence oddly

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

Blood.

Blood.

So much blood.

my sheets, on the edges of the

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

head again like he's trying to figure out what I'm

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

repeats, his voice

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