Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 14

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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

time, pouting those god-made lips,

Hut not today.

caving in, he walk straight ahead until

the girl beside me

words down, "Yeah, well, it's

She chuckles, "Yeah, right"

bore exactly what I have seen Enoch

very, and I mean very comfortable with violence.

maid's office. My steps grow heavier with every inch

with her back to me when we arrive, her posture stiff and close to her dark window-closed, of course. She

girl I'm with

is poised

know exactly what this is all

stalking us- I start, coming

Smack.

out of nowhere, sharp and stinging against my cheek. I don't flinch. Not because it doesn't hurt, but because flinching gives her power. And

bonus

mask of disdain. "You brought a stray to which I had no say about and then you keep him out of trouble, Taryn. That's what you

you have any idea the mess you've

What, your salary deduction?

word, but I tune her out, my

head, flashes in my memory. Good? he'd asked, like he

even listening

to the present. I nod mutely, my check still burning from the slap. It's not the first time she's taken her frustrations out on me.

the violence it took to be this gentle,

her glare sharp enough to cut glass. "Fix this,"

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again, my

there the head maid

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

groan but

lash lands on the back of my leg, the sting searling straight through

nerves.

the pain that gets to me. No, it's the humiliation. The way she stands there, towering

she says, her tone

flinch. Not when the whip cracks again. Not when the blood starts soaking through the hem of my

my palms as I focus on the cool draft snaking through the room, on the faint murmur of voices outside the door. Anything but the burning pain crawling up my

she steps back. "Keep your boyfriend on a leash," she snaps, venom dripping from every word. "If you want to stay

respond. It's safer

leaving me alone in the suffocating silence. My legs feel like jelly, trembling under exhaustion and pure, unfiltered

we do to

the torn skin on the back

sting makes me hiss, but I

least the blood blends in with the dark fabric of my skirt. Small

need to get to the Gamma's office as he told me to

me at home. Hopefully I won't be kept

I catch a glimpse of myself in a tarnished

check is impossible to miss, a glaring reminder of my status

pack's living, breathing

mutter to my reflection, dripping with sarcasm. "Totally killing

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