Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 22

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

"Who did this?"

Enoch's voice is low and guttural, barely above a growl, but it feels as though the words slice through the air and pierce me straight in the chest.

Fuck.

My mind blanks for a second before it kicks into panic mode. I jerk back, shoving his hand away from my thigh, which sit stings under the bandage. My laugh comes out shaky, unnatural, and it sound as if I'm auditioning for a comedy gig 1 have no hope of landing.

There is no comedy in Enoch's face though. That's the difference.

"Oh, that?" I wave my hand, swatting at a nonexistent fly, "It's nothing, Old scars, you know? Battle wounds. Comes with the territory of being an omega and all."

Enoch doesn't blink. Not once. His piercing emerald eyes are locked on mine, unyielding, intense, and I swear I see his nostrils flare, trying to scent the truth.

"Anyway!" I blurt, spinning on my heel to grab the camera off the desk. My hands fumble as I've forgotten how to hold a simple object, and the weight of his silence behind me feels like a goddamn boulder. "Let's talk about this beauty, huh? No flash this time, I promise." I risk a glance over my shoulder. He hasn't moved.

"Did you know it's got ten different filters? Ten! And I got it for dirt cheap." My voice rises as I barrel ahead, filling the suffocating quiet with every random fact about the camera I can think of. "Oh, and I got you this bookmark too. It's leather. Fancy, right? You can use it with that book you've been obsessed with."

Nothing. Not even a flicker of interest. His broad frame looms in the room like a goddamn immovable force, and the air between us grows thicker by the second. Shit, think, Taryn. Think.

I huff and turn around fully, gripping the camera as my lifeline. "Enoch, seriously, you-"

Before I can finish, he's moving. Towards me at that.

"What the hell!" I yelp as he lifts me off my feet in one fluid motion. Bridal style. As though we're in some twisted fairytale, and I'm the clueless damsel who forgot to read the script.

"Enoch!" I hiss, squirming in his iron grip. His arms are unyielding, solid as stone, and I might as well be trying to wiggle out of a steel cage.

He doesn't say a word. Not one. Just starts walking, his jaw set, his eyes focused straight ahead-he's got a mission and nothing will stop him. Not even me.

"Put me down!" I slap his chest-not that it makes a difference. The man doesn't even flinch.

We make it into the hallway, and that's when the whispering starts.

"Is she showing him off again?"

"God, he's hot, though."

"Did you see the way she's clinging to him?"

Oh, for fuck's sake. I bury my face in my hands, wishing I could teleport out of existence. Or at least out of this hallway.

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my voice muffled by my palms. "People are

and purposeful, until we pass by

twists when I see her. She's polishing the leather whip as her prized possession, her beady eyes narrowing as she takes in the scene of me and my so-called 'boyfriend', I feel her glare on me like a

Fucking old lady.

stop. His gaze flicks to her once, briefly, before he keeps moving like she's nothing more than a speck

planning my next "disciplinary session." I can see it in the way her lips curl into

reach the infirmary, I'm already bracing myself for more stares. We're not even through the door when Kallias appears out of nowhere, blocking our path like some

his eyes darting between

snap, glaring

isn't buying it though—adding to another knucklehead to convince. Ugh, why are men so difficult? Kallias' gaze sharpens, and he opens his mouth to push further,

word, Enoch steps forward and shoulder-checks

stumbles back, his face contorting in disbelief.

hiss, panic lacing my voice. "Are you trying to

unfazed, while Kallias glares after us, his jaw ticking with

know I'm in

***

quiet except for the faint ticking of a

to be. I really did

made of glass, but the sheer tension radiating off him makes me feel as if I've been dumped into a lion's den. His arms linger at my

I say, my voice wobbling

budge. Of course, he

the air as she swivels on her stool to face us. Her lab coat is crumpled,

eyes at her, clearly not thrilled about being dismissed,

clipboard. "Let's see what we're dealing with this time,

wince as she lifts my skirt slightly to inspect the back of my

dropping. This is definitely a bit of

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could even leave, his eyes narrows dangerously as he steps closer to the

her lips pressed into a thin line. "These aren't fresh, but they're not healing properly. If your woll can't

happening."

him from looming over her like

mine, darkening

don't trust you not to lose your shit and murder

nods, clearly cager to back me up. "She's right. You should wait

going to argue. His chest rises and falls heavily, his nostrils flaring, but then he points to my leg.

it feels as if he's reaching into my soul and pulling out every hidden truth

I lie, forcing

me. His eyes drop to my leg again, and

expression grim as he turns back to my leg. "Whip burns,”

breath,

and I know I've

already walking out,

sides I almost spot his kunckles

disappeared out the hallways.