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

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inne me I meble,

audible.

up like I just handed him

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

This is weird

also not the worst feeling

Nope. Not

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

"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

notice-or care. He's focused entirely on me,

ripple behind us like ripples

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

"That rogue's dead?"

must've done it.

want to roll my eyes, but I don't even have the energy. Of course, they'd

it was Kallias.

one elbow-deep in blood and guts Enoch

daze, barking orders

to investigate the

more orders and the warriors snap to action, dragging the rogue's mangled corpse toward

when

that would be impossible.

but he doesn't get any

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

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Enoch says quietly-steady

stops dead,

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

shoulders squaring as he stands

seen Kallias hesitate before, but now he does.

features.

Kallias wasn't able to continue his words as Enoch

all of a sudden, without so much as a warning. Enoch turns back to me, scooping me up like I weigh

I yelp, squirming in his

doesn't even blink.

face is blank,

out if

not scared," I lie, my voice

tilts his head,

sigh, giving up the fight. "Fine. But

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

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

standing there, his hands clenched 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

the way to my room without a single complaint, his

when we get there, my sense of relief

Blood.

Blood.

So much blood.

smeared steps on my floor, on my sheets, on the edges of the doorframe

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

I say, pointing to

repeats, his

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