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.

was just a cocky boy too afraid of

be such a trouble maker and the Alpha, his father, would scold him to death. After all, an

a great

enough to believe I

enough to send a pang of

Focus, Taryn.

us to the bone. My boots slide on the wet ground, and I barely manage

behind a curtain of ivy, it's the same one

and drag Enoch inside, collapsing against the

deafening, broken only by the steady patter of rain

massive frame shuddering. I glance at him and my stomach twists. His

What the hell?

freezing." I

green

chest and I reach out

forehead. He's cold-too cold.

I mutter

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thinking. I shift into

warm and thick

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even sitting

scarf trying to

we want to die that

think, though I'm not sure

heavier, the sound almost soothing if it weren't for

at Enoch again who is now leaning into the warmth

now, but his expression still

at least this man's not going to die anytime soon'

with you?" I mutter,

doesn't answer, of

note to ask Dr. Lisa about it later. About why he can't shift,

sometimes seems to betray his

that might be one

wolf

hoping my warmth is enough to chase away whatever

earlier.

silence in the cave is heavier than

finally subsided, his breathing evening out as

back into my human form, finally able to stretch

need to

of my situation

have nothing on.

and back at the exact spot I shifted to

Then back at myself.

Oh, shit.

shifted It was the dress and the freaking underwear

the missing warmth he's been laying on for the

not bothering to peek out to see if he's listening. The last thing I need is for him

the heat rise to my cheeks as I glance at the boulder separating us.

soft grunt tells

"Strip." I demand.

There's a pause.

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I just way

peek

like a contured proppe

demurely misunderstanding

flustered motion Crimson is rising up my

I think he's going to ask why Please don't. The last thing I want to

can warm

broad chest as he peels it off almost makes the Sone my train of thought, but I quickly look away

he starts walking toward the

closer.

but does as

over the rock

over my head and inhaling the faint scent of pine and

the boulder, he's sitting cross-legged near the cave wall, his eyes

but still as hot, Gosh, why did he have to be such

plopping down beside him and pulling the oversized shirt tight around me. I

sit in silence, the sound of rain filling

there? Who was that guy?" Enoch's jaw tightens, his green eyes flickering with something dark and unreadable. He rubs his temples, his fingers digging into his damp hair as an animalistic groan leaves