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

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

inne me I meble,

audible.

up like I just handed him the

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

Not going

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

"Stay," he pleads.

twisting, "I'm not going anywhere," I say softly. "But you-l gesture vaguely at the blood

seem to notice-or care. He's focused entirely on me, like the rest

us like ripples in

of them know the truth. The Omegas who stumbled upon the aftermath have already convinced themselves it was Kallias

"That rogue's dead?"

must've done it.

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

it was Kallias.

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

himself out of his daze, barking orders at the pack warriors behind

to

out 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

to trust, when Kallias turns to me. There's something almost

would be impossible. It's Kallias,

he doesn't

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

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Enoch says quietly-steady but full of

dead,

Move," Kallias snaps, "I

Enoch doesn't move. His eyes narrow, his shoulders squaring as he stands to

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

features.

Kallias wasn't able to continue his

just steps-blocks. 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 up like I

I yelp, squirming in his arms. "Put

blink. "Taryn

at him. His face is

out if he did the right

lie, my voice quieter

tilts his

the fight. "Fine. But I can

safe," he mutters, as if that's explanation enough, and starts

grow 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

back, Kallas is still standing there, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His expression is unreadable, but something about the way he looks at me makes my stomach

for it.

is,

way to my room

sense

Blood.

Blood.

So much blood.

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

sets me down gently, his brows furrowing at my tone. "You're covered in blood! You've ruined my

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

you need to wash up, I say, pointing

repeats, his

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