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 til

inne me I meble,

audible.

face lights up like I just handed him

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

This is weird

it's also not the

Nope. Not

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

"Stay," he pleads.

going anywhere," I say softly. "But you-l gesture vaguely at the blood smearing

on me,

like ripples

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

"That rogue's dead?"

it. He's so strong-so

I don't even have the energy. Of course, they'd

it was Kallias.

in blood and guts Enoch

himself out of his daze, barking orders

sure to investigate

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

the ground, my legs too wobbly to trust, when

would be impossible. It's

he starts, but he doesn't get any

muscle and

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Enoch says quietly-steady but full of

dead, his

snaps, "I

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

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

features.

continue his

of a sudden, without so

squirming in his arms. "Put me

even blink. "Taryn is

is blank,

figure out if he did

I lie,

tilts his

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

that's explanation enough, and starts walking toward

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

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

for it.

it is, I don't have

me all the way to my room without a single complaint, his silence oddly

there, my sense of relief is

Blood.

Blood.

So much blood.

on my sheets, on the edges

arms. He sets me down gently, his brows furrowing

down at himself, then back at me, tilting his head again like

up, I say, pointing to the tiny adjoining

repeats, his

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