Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 12

Chapter 12

We didn't get out of the market fast enough before the bruised ranger's voice rings out behind un horse bur furious "Guards! Over there! Please stop them!"

Oh, you stalking bastard.

My heart plummets, and I can practically hear the thud of my stomach hitting the ground.

I whip my head around just in time to see him pointing toward us, his face red and blotchy from Enoch's chokehold carber

Shit

The heavy thud of boots grows louder, and I don't need to turn to know what's comi

The second the guards turned our way, I knew two things: we were screwed, and this was definitely going to be my fault

somehow.

Not to mention, they're pack warriors. Imperial pack warriors. My hand tightens on Enoch's.

"Run!" I scream.

And we're off

The market becomes a blur of colors and chaos as we tear through the stalls.

Vendors shout in outrage as we knock over baskets and topple displays. Apples roll across the cobblestones like marbles. sending one particularly unlucky shopper sprawling face-first into the mud.

"You little fuckers!" He yells elbow-deep on the muddy ground.

"Sorry!" I yell over my shoulder, though I'm not sure they care about my apology while we're causing this much carnage.

Enoch stays close, his long legs eating up the distance with ease. He's silent and focused, but I can feel that same scary aural radiating off him in waves.

A sharp whistle pierces the air, and my stomach flips.

They're gaining on us. Oh Goddess.

"Faster!" I hiss, though my lungs are already burning, and my legs feel like they're about to give out.

We veer into a narrow alley, the walls pressing in on either side. The cobblestones are slick with rainwater, and I nearly lose. my footing, grabbing Enoch's arm for balance.

He steadies me without a word-his grip firm but careful.

"This way!" I yank him down another path, this one hidden by overgrown bushes and tangled vines and an oaktree I learned to love.

The rain starts to fall, light at first, then harder, soaking through my clothes and turning the ground into a muddy mess. Great fucking timing

My hair sticks to my face, my boots squelching with every step, but I don't stop. I can't stop.

"Stop right there!"

The shouts from the Imperial Pack warriors grow tinter, but I don't trust it. Not

yet.

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We push through the underbrush, branches scraping at my arms and snagging on my clothes. My heart pounds in my chest. with each beat reminding me of what's at stake right now.

If we're caught, it' Lover

The Imperial Pack doesn't play games. They'll drag us back to their territory, and call our Pack Representatives. I know exactly who'll be called to pick us up like misbehaving kids at a principal's office-Gamma Abel.

I promised him that my so-called boyfriend here wouldn't cause any disasters!

And if Kallas finds out about this, he'll have Enoch kicked out of the Riverstone Pack before I can blink. He's waiting for this. exact opportunity for us to fuck up anyway.

"Keep going." I urge, though I'm pretty sure Enoch doesn't need the encouragement.

The path opens up into a clearing, and my breath catches in my throat. Nostalgia hits me like a sucker punch to the

This place.

It's been years, but I'd recognize it anywhere.

gut.

The thick underbrush, the canopy of trees that barely lets in any light, the faint scent of moss and rain-soaked earth-it's: where Kallias and I used to sneak off

to.

too afraid of his father's wrath to misbehave

to death. After all, an heir to one of the strongest packs in the

was a great

when I was stupid enough to believe I

enough to send a pang of bitterness through me,

Focus, Taryn.

the rain comes down in earnest, soaking us to the bone. My boots slide on the wet ground, and

behind a curtain of ivy, it's the same one Kallias and I used to hide in,

push the vines aside and drag Enoch inside, collapsing

silence is deafening, broken only by

my stomach twists. His lips are pale, his skin on the

What the hell?

freezing." I murmur, shifting

green eyes glassy and

chest and I reach out to him, pressing

forehead. He's cold-too cold.

Enoch," I mutter under

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shift into

takes over, my für warm and thick as I

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sitting

trying to cover a boulder-but

we want

I'm not sure who I'm trying to

the sound almost soothing if it weren't for the gnawing worry

who is now

slow and steady now, but his expression still

not going to die anytime soon' My wolf

I mutter, my voice

doesn't answer, of

a mental note to ask Dr. Lisa about it

body sometimes seems to betray his

amnesia, that might be one of the underlying cause

wolf and

hoping my warmth is enough to chase away whatever shadows

earlier.

in the cave is

breathing evening out as

I shift back into my human form,

we just need to get

my situation slaps me

have nothing on. Zilch.

back at the exact spot I shifted to my

Then back at myself.

Oh, shit.

It was the dress and the freaking

finally turns to the missing warmth he's been laying

bothering to peek out to see if he's listening. The last thing I need is

to my cheeks as I

soft grunt tells

"Strip." I demand.

There's a pause.

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did I just way

and when I peek around the boulder, he

like a contured proppe

he's demurely misunderstanding

is rising up my face and it's begining to feel

brows furrow, and for a terrifying second, I think he's going to ask why Please don't. The last thing

warm you

his shirt. The sight of his broad chest as he peels it off almost makes the Sone

starts walking toward the

closer. Just toss

mid-step, looking mildly offended but does as

over the rock

it over my head and inhaling the faint

he's sitting cross-legged near the cave wall, his eyes scanning me with an intensity that

as hot, Gosh, why did

mutter, plopping down beside him and pulling the oversized shirt tight around me. I don't have any underwear so this will have

sit in silence, the sound of rain filling the

Enoch's jaw tightens, his green eyes flickering with something