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

he turns again. This time, pouting those god-made lips, knowing exactly this is how I

Hut not today.

not caving in, he walk straight ahead until he's gone

girl

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

She chuckles, "Yeah, right"

to her, dead serious hoping my eyes bore exactly what I

very, and I mean very comfortable with violence. It's his

leading me toward the head maid's office. My steps grow heavier

to me when we arrive, her posture stiff and close to her dark

closed as the girl I'm with leaves, her presence sucks all the oxygen

woman is poised

exactly what this is all

us- I start, coming out rushed and

Smack.

and stinging against my cheek. I don't flinch. Not because it doesn't hurt, but because flinching gives

like I get bonus points

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. That's what you

any idea

What, your salary deduction?

word, but I tune her out, my mind drifting back

innocent as he presented me with that rogue's severed head, flashes in my memory.

even listening to

voice yanks me back to the present. I nod mutely, my check still burning from the

ever know the violence it took

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

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nod again, my

there the head maid

point? She's already gripping a leather whip like she's auditioning for the role of the pack's favorite sadist.

but immediately

back of my leg, the

nerves.

humiliation. The way she stands there, towering

she says, her

don't flinch. Not when the whip cracks again. Not when the blood starts soaking through the

cool draft snaking through the room, on the

damn eternity, she steps back. "Keep your boyfriend on a leash," she snaps, venom dripping from every word. "If

respond. It's safer

silence. My legs feel

we do to

down, my fingers brushing against the torn skin on

sting makes me hiss, but I

the dark fabric of my skirt.

to get to the Gamma's office as he told me to deal with whatever

tell me at home. Hopefully I won't

hallway, I catch a glimpse of myself in a tarnished

a glaring reminder of my status

pack's living, breathing

mutter to my reflection, dripping with sarcasm.

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