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

This time, pouting those god-made lips,

Hut not today.

in, he walk straight ahead until he's

boyfriend's really clingy," the girl beside me quips,

my words down, "Yeah, well, it's either that

She chuckles, "Yeah, right"

to her, dead serious hoping my eyes bore exactly what I have seen Enoch do. "Im not kidding" I

mean very comfortable with violence. It's

toward the head maid's office. My steps grow heavier with every inch closer,

her posture stiff and close to

windows and now the door closed as the girl I'm with leaves, her presence sucks all the oxygen out of the

woman is poised but

what this

stalking us- I

Smack.

I don't flinch. Not because it doesn't hurt, but because flinching

like I get bonus points

face a mask of disdain. "You brought a stray to which I had no say

have any idea the mess you've

What, your salary deduction?

but I tune

face, so heartbreakingly innocent as he presented me with that rogue's severed head, flashes in my memory. Good? he'd

even listening to

mutely, my check still burning from the slap. It's not the first time she's taken

no one will ever know the violence it took to be this

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

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nod again,

the head maid

the 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 sting searling straight

nerves.

The way she stands there, towering over me

says,

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

through the room, on the faint murmur of voices outside the door. Anything but the burning

snaps, venom

don't respond. It's safer that

My legs feel like jelly,

what we do

my fingers brushing against the torn

makes me hiss, but I force

least the blood blends in with the dark fabric of

to get to the Gamma's office as he told

to tell me at home. Hopefully I won't be

of myself in a tarnished mirror. The red

miss, a glaring reminder of my status

The pack's

to my reflection, dripping with

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