Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 14

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Home Sweet, dysfunctional judgmental home.

The packhouse looms in the distance as we drag ourselves through the gates, looking like we've been chewed up and spit out by a particularly pissed-off rogue

In this place, all my flowers simply grew back as thorns.

Enoch trudges behind me, his towering frame casting a shadow that seems to swallow me whole. His emerald-green eyes are glued to me like I might vanish if he blinks.

Spoiler alert, I'm not that lucky.

I barely make it five steps toward my room before she appears.

"Did you bring the materials?" Seraphina's sugary voice cuts through my

exhaustion like nails on a chalkboard.

she's

1 stop dead, blinking at her like asked me to recite the alphabet backward, "Seriously?" I deadpan, gesturing

vaguely at the hot mess that is me.

My hair's a rat's nest, my clothes are stained with god-knows-what, and I'm pretty sure there's dried blood somewhere it shouldn't be. "That's your takeaway after we almost died?"

Her eyes flick nervously to Enoch, who is now standing unnervingly still, his gaze boring into her like she's prey.

For once. I don't blame her for looking like she wants to shrink into the floor. He may act like a clingy puppy around me, bur to everyone else, he's a six-foot-five wrecking ball of muscle and intimidation.

Looking at him, one would think he is all the seven deadly sins.

That's just what he is, a product of war.

I shove the bundle of materials into her arms, too tired to deal with whatever power play she's got planned. "Here. Knock yourself out."

She doesn't say another word. With a final glance at Enoch-who hasn't so much as blinked-she scurries away, clutching the bundle like it's a lifeline.

"Coward," I mutter under my breath, turning back to Enoch.

Before I can tell him to follow me, an omega maid sidles up, looking about as comfortable as a cat in a dog kennel. "The head maid wants to see you," she says, her voice soft but hesitant.

My stomach drops. Of course, she does. It's one of those days then.

1 glance at Enoch, his expression darkening instantly. "Go see Dr. Lisa," I tell

him, trying to keep my voice steady. "Make sure you're okay."

His eyes narrow, and for a second, I think he's going to argue.

Instead, he leans down slightly, letting me pat his head like a damn golden retriever before stalking off toward the infirmary, His steps are slow, deliberate, like he's daring anyone to cross him.

Upon a meter away, he turns around, stopping to see if I might change my and go with him. I don't.

"Go!" 1 insist.

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mind

then for another meter, he turns again. This time, pouting

Hut not today.

in, he walk straight

boyfriend's really clingy," the girl

dragging my words down, "Yeah, well, it's either that or deal with

She chuckles, "Yeah, right"

dead serious hoping my eyes bore exactly what I have seen Enoch do.

I mean very comfortable with violence. It's his

head maid's office. My steps grow heavier

maid stands with her back to me when we arrive, her posture stiff and close

closed as the girl I'm with leaves, her

is poised but wrathful when

exactly what this is

I start, coming out rushed

Smack.

I don't flinch. Not because it

I get bonus points if I give

turns slowly, her face a mask of disdain. "You brought a stray to which I had no say about and then you keep him out of trouble, Taryn.

any idea the

What, your salary deduction?

voice rises with every word, but I tune her out,

that rogue's severed head, flashes in my memory. Good? he'd

even listening

still burning from the slap. It's not the first time she's taken her frustrations out on

will ever know the violence it

glare sharp enough to cut glass. "Fix this," she hisses. "I don't care how, but you

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nod again, my jaw

there the

like she's auditioning for the role of the pack's favorite sadist. I step into place, biting the inside of my check so

I groan but

of my

nerves.

it's the humiliation. The way she stands there, towering over me like she's some divine punisher, and I'm just an

she says, her tone

the whip cracks again. Not when the blood starts soaking through the hem of my skirt, dripping

room, on the faint

your boyfriend on a leash," she snaps,

don't respond. It's

alone in the suffocating silence. My

that's what we do to

my fingers brushing against the torn skin

me hiss, but I force myself to

blends in with the

the Gamma's office as he told me to

Hopefully I won't be kept long in

a glimpse of myself in a

a glaring reminder of

pack's living,

to my reflection, dripping with