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

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

Hut not today.

finally realizes I'm not caving in, he walk straight ahead until he's gone out

really clingy," the girl beside me quips, her

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

She chuckles, "Yeah, right"

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

and I mean very

and didn't press any further, leading me toward the head maid's office. My steps grow heavier with

when we arrive, her posture stiff and

windows and now the door closed as the girl I'm

poised but

what

us- I start, coming out rushed and

Smack.

slap comes out of nowhere, sharp and stinging against my cheek. I don't flinch. Not

get bonus points if I

a mask of disdain. "You brought a stray to which I had no say about and then you keep

you have any idea the mess you've

What, your salary deduction?

tune her out, my mind drifting back

in

you even listening

the

know the violence it took to be

to cut glass. "Fix this," she hisses.

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nod again, my jaw

there the

What's the point? She's already gripping a leather whip like she's auditioning for the role of the

but

on the back of my leg, the sting searling

nerves.

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

says, her

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

dig into my palms as I focus on the cool draft snaking through the room, on the faint murmur of voices outside the

eternity, she steps back. "Keep your boyfriend on a leash," she snaps, venom dripping from every word. "If you want to stay in this pack, you'll make

don't respond. It's safer that

suffocating silence. My legs feel like jelly, trembling under exhaustion and pure,

that's what we do to

fingers brushing against the torn skin on the

sting makes me hiss, but I force myself to

in with the

office as he told me to deal with

to tell me at home. Hopefully

of myself in a

miss, a

The pack's

to my reflection, dripping with sarcasm. "Totally killing it at

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