Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 10

Chapter 10

wking beude Enoch to the infirmary feels as though I'm escorting a nuclear bomb that could detonate any second. He's quiet, but his presence isn't

He absorbs the air around him, pulling everyone's attention whether they want to look or not. His steps are heavy, deliberate, as if the world bends slightly beneath him.

The infirmary door creaks as it swings

open, the smell of antiseptic hitting me like a slap in the face. It's sharp, sterile, and at little too familiar lately. Dr. Lisa stands by the counter, her brows lifting when her eyes land on Enoch.

"Ah, the usual suspect."

Enoch stares at her as though she's speaking another language, tilting his head. His confusion is almost cute-if you ignore the blood staining hus shirt and that ceric calm radiating off him as if he didn't just survive another brawl.

"If you're trying to set a record for visits, you're winning," she says, her dry humor cutting through the silence.

Enoch doesn't react. He just stands there, broad and brooding-a wall of muscle that hasn't quite figured out it can move on

His gaze flickers to me for confirmation, like he needs permission to breathe.

"Go," 1 nudge him, gesturing to the exam table. "She's not going to bite."

Dr. Lisa snorts. "I might if he keeps showing up uninvited."

"Sit down," she orders, pointing to the exam table. "You've been here so much lately I'm tempted to give you your own

room."

I snort, brushing my hair out of my face. "Make sure it's padded."

Dr. Lisa arches a brow at me, but Enoch doesn't react. He just sits, obedient as ever. It's almost unnerving how easily he listens to me.

"Behave," I mutter.

It's almost comical how out of place he looks here-this mountain of a man with blood on his shirt and an otherworldly aura that screams "don't mess with me."

Satisfied that Dr. Lisa won't get herself killed, I leave him in her capable hands.

When I slam the library doors open, they rebound with a loud bang, making everyone inside jump.

Heads whip in my direction, their gazes bouncing between my furious glare and Kallias, who's still lounging in his chair.

The audacity,

I march to his table, my boots clicking sharply against the tiled floor, and slam my hand down on the wood so hard, the sound echoes.

Kallias finally lifts his eyes from his book, looking more irritated than surprised. "We need to talk," I snap.

"Hello to you, too," he drawls, leaning back in his chair like the infuriating prick he

is.

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"Don't" Ijab a finger in his face. "Don't start with that condescending bullshit. Why didn't you stop them! You saw what was happening. Kallias. Your friends were harassing him, and you just sat there?"

He doesn't flinch.

His gaze sharpens, darkening with something I can't quite place. "You want me to stop my own pack from defending another member who's beaten to death?

"Defending "I cut myself off, biting down on the words threatening to spill. Instead, I plant my fists on the table and glare at him, willing him to take me seriously.

an attack, and

looks at me like he might actually listen, but

blink, stunned by the

onto mine with a sudden intensity that makes my heart skip. "Who the

air's been sucked out of the room. My

tongue, but they're

expression shifts so fast it's dizzying-shock, fury,

I can process what's happening, his hand wraps around my

his grip, but he's stronger, and we both know it.

his body blocking any chance of

I grit my teeth as pain blooms where

This motherfucker.

were always mine," he growls, low and rough. "Always. You spent years trying to get me to

boils. "Yours? You think I was yours? Don't make

jaw clenches, but I keep going, years of pent-up frustration

your hands off Seraphina long enough to notice me! Do you have any idea how pathetic

in front of him "You didn't accept me simply because of my status, Kallias. You're the one who pushed me

grip slackens, just slightly, and his expression falters. For a second-just a second-he looks almost...

"Taryn...

don't waste the opening. I wrench my wrists free and shove past

the library without looking

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reach the infirmary, my hands are trembling,

against the wall as I try to steady my

Enoch is inside. Waiting

the tears to stay down.

there.

enough of his amnesia without me

my eyes,

here. Not in front

on him

that scares the

to the meeting

every step

quicksand.

in the back of

time for another

through the wood. I pause, fingers hovering over the handle, and strain to hear. The tone isn't chaotic-it's organized.

I intended. The voices stop abruptly, and every pair of eyes in

to me.

table as though she owns

blonde hair falls perfectly over her shoulders, not a strand out of place, and she's wearing a

and authoritative as she points to a chart on the board. "I'm planning to change the color

next to her, nodding along like a proud mother

pang shoots through my chest, and I bite the inside of my cheek to

face neutral.

Ар

the one standing in that

at me with even a shred of the approval she's showering on Seraphina

but before I can say a word, the headmaid catches

is firm, as she whispers with

already come

W-what?

if I'm some reckless ch who doesn't know better. A lump forms in my throat,

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I force it

shoulders and step into the room anyway, my

her lips

kind. Almost.