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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seriously, this isn't funny!" I snap, my voice muffled by my

keeps walking, his strides long and purposeful, until we pass by the head maid sitting in

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 physical weight,

Fucking old lady.

briefly, before he keeps moving like she's nothing more than a speck of dust in

can see it in the way her lips curl

stares. We're not even through the door when Kallias appears out of nowhere, blocking our path like some overgrown guard

Kallias asks, his eyes darting between me and Enoch. "Why is she going to the

snap, glaring at him.

to another knucklehead to convince. Ugh, why are men so difficult? Kallias' gaze sharpens, and he opens his mouth

Enoch steps forward and shoulder-checks him-hard.

stumbles back, his face contorting in disbelief. "What

"Are

glares after us, his jaw ticking with barely concealed

like that, I know I'm in deep, deep

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for the faint ticking of a clock

any right to be. I really did not need to

me on the examination bed-I'm 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

say, my voice wobbling

doesn't budge. Of

minute, please?" Dr. Lisa's bored tone cuts through the air as she swivels on her stool to face us. Her lab coat is

at her, clearly not thrilled about

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

lifts my skirt slightly to inspect the back of my leg.

jaw dropping. This is definitely

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are sharp enough to make Enoch straighten before he could even leave, his eyes narrows dangerously as he steps closer

fingers trace over the edges of the wounds, her lips pressed into a thin line. "These aren't fresh, but they're not healing properly. If your woll can't keep

happening." Enoch growls, low and

out, grabbing his wrist to stop him

eyes snap to mine, darkening

trust you not to lose your shit

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

a moment, I think he's going to argue. His chest rises and falls heavily, his nostrils flaring, but then he points to my

The question is so simple, yet it feels as if he's reaching into my soul and pulling out every hidden truth I've been trying to bury. I really don't want to

I lie, forcing a

again, and then he

to my leg. "Whip

under his breath, laced with something dark

clenches, and I know I've

but he's already walking out, his shoulders tense, his

into fists at his sides I almost spot his kunckles turning

disappeared out the hallways.