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

his hair til jeton ne

inne me I meble,

audible.

up like I just handed him the

touch. His hair is surprisingly soft despite the ordered as his temple and 1

This is weird

But it's also not the worst feeling in the

Not

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.

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

focused entirely on me,

like

talking, but 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?"

must've done it. He's

don't even have the

it was Kallias.

in blood and guts Enoch pulled out

his daze, barking orders at the pack warriors

sure to

mangled corpse toward the treeline. The sight makes my stomach churn again, but I

to trust, when Kallias turns

then that would be impossible. It's Kallias,

starts, but he doesn't get any

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

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Enoch says quietly-steady but full

stops dead,

Kallias snaps, "I need to check on my

narrow, his shoulders squaring as

seen Kallias hesitate before, but now he does.

features.

wasn't able to continue his words as

then all of a sudden, without so much as a warning. Enoch turns back to me,

I yelp, squirming in his arms.

even blink.

freeze, staring up at him. His face is

figure out if he did

lie,

tilts his head, totally

the fight. "Fine. But I can

explanation enough, and starts walking toward the pack

eyes glued to us. I can feel my face heating up, but Enoch doesn't seem to notice-or care. His focus stays entirely on me, his grip firm but not

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

for it.

is,

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

we get there, my sense of relief is

Blood.

Blood.

So much blood.

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

He sets me down gently, his brows furrowing at my

then back at me, tilting his head again like he's trying to figure out what I'm so

I say, pointing to the tiny

repeats, his

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