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

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

Hut not today.

not caving in, he walk straight ahead

really clingy," the girl beside me quips, her tone

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

She chuckles, "Yeah, right"

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

very comfortable with violence. It's his second

further, leading me toward the head maid's

back to me when we arrive, her posture stiff

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

poised but wrathful when

exactly what this

I start,

Smack.

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

bonus points if

stray to which I had no say about and then you keep him out of trouble, Taryn.

any idea the

What, your salary deduction?

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

me with that rogue's severed head, flashes in my memory. Good? he'd asked, like he genuinely thought he'd done something worth a gold

you even

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

will ever know the violence it took to

glare sharp enough to cut glass. "Fix this," she hisses.

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again, my

there the

of the pack's favorite sadist. I step into place, biting the inside of my check so hard

groan but

on the back of my leg, the sting searling

nerves.

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

says, her tone

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

snaking through the room, on the faint murmur of voices outside the door. Anything but the burning pain crawling up my

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

respond. It's safer

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

what we

against the torn skin on the back of

but I force

with the dark fabric

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

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

a glimpse of myself in a tarnished mirror. The red

miss, a glaring reminder of my status

Outsider. The pack's living, breathing

with

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