Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 25

Chapter 25

The rabbit swings in Enoch's hand, its limp, skinned body dripping blood onto the floor as he grins at me like a kid showing off a school project. The blood smearing his face and chest though are definitely not so adorable,

I swallow hard, trying to ignore the primal edge in his tone and the wild gleam in his eyes. It's just Enoch. The innocent. clueless guy who struggles to use a fork properly. Not... this.

He steps toward me, holding the rabbit up by its cars. "You eat it raw?"

I backpedal so fast I bump my behind onto my nightstand, sending a stack of books tumbling to the floor.

“Uh... no," I stammer, awkwardly laughing as my brain tries to process the absolute chaos that is my this scene right now. "I only eat raw when I shift. You know, in my wolf form. Otherwise, I'm more of a 'well-done and smothered in ketchup' kind of girl."

His face softens, the intensity bleeding away as his expression slips back into that boyish innocence I've grown used to. Relief washes over me, though my heart's still beating faster than a drum solo.

"Cook," he says, nodding once as if filing that information away for later.

He's so close now, his body towering over mine as he leans down. His scent- earthy, wild, and somehow comforting despite everything-wraps around me, and for a moment, all I can do is stare up at him.

The moment shatters when the door flies open, slamming into the wall with a force that makes me jump. Shit, who would

⚫ open door like that?

Kallias storms in, his chest heaving as if he just ran a marathon. His eyes immediately zero in on us, and his face twists into a mask of anger the second he registers our proximity.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he snaps, his gaze darting between Enoch and me like he's connecting dots I don't want him to.

Before I can answer, Kallias is across the room, grabbing Enoch by the collar and yanking him back off of me.

Enoch doesn't flinch. He doesn't even react. He just stands there, his towering frame making Kallias look smaller despite his Alpha blood.

The way he stares at Kallias, calm and almost ... amused? It's like he's the one in control, even with Kallias fuming and gripping his shirt.

"Let him go!" I shout, rushing forward to pry Kallias off.

"Leave, Taryn," Kallias growls, not even sparing me a glance. "This doesn't concern you."

"Like hell it doesn't!" I snap, tugging at his arm. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Kallias barks a humorless laugh, his grip tightening on Enoch's collar. "I'm protecting this pack from the monster you're sheltering."

"Monster?" I glance at Enoch, who still hasn't moved, with an infuriating mask of indifference. Does he also thi Enoch who did it? No, it can't be.

"You're out of your damn mind, Kallias. He's been in my room this whole time!"

it was

Kallias' jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing at me. "Do you think I'm an idiot? I know he killed the head maid. You're just too

blind to see it."

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I step between them, planting my hands on Kallias's chest and pushing him back with all the strength 1 can muster. "Do you have any proof? Anything at all? Or are you just pulling accusations out of your ass because you can't stand the fact that someone else might actually give a shit about me?"

The words hit their mark. Kallias's face darkens, his fury shifting into something else something bitter and now. So, that was fucking it. What a dick.

"This isn't about you," he snaps, though the flicker of guilt in his eyes says otherwise.

"Bullshit," 1 fire back. "You don't care about the pack. You care that someone else

is finally paying attention to me after your rejection, and it's not you."

cracking under my words. He releases Enoch with

and warning "And when it blows

humble room rattle. Yeah, this thing is going to crump if it encounters another shitty fight like

deafening, the tension in the room thick enough

Enoch, who's now sitting on the floor, leaning against the

red mark on his jaw where Kallias's punch must've landed, and my stomach twists at the sight. I'm trying to

any hands on Enoch bfore, aside fom letting his friends do the kicking. In the library, ansd in the training

okay?" I ask, rushing to his

emerald eyes as I inspect his face. The mark isn't bad but still getting

It's definitely enough to make me reach for the

to myself than to him as I rummage through the kit. "Even with Alpha blood,

cut off as Enoch's hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me

I was pulled off of my feet and I'm sitting on his lap, his arms steadying

"Enoch-"

firm but careful, and for the first time since this whole mess started, I see something in his eyes that I can't

Possession.

to shove him away or crawl closer. I try move, but his hand snakes up, guiding mine to his cheek. His skin is warm, slightly sticky with drying

into my palm as if it's the only tether

trying to calm down. And for a second, everything is still. No accusations, no blood, no

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then he opens

"Taryn."

shiver runs down my spine.

just my name, but

until it's

I'm a

his gaze locks

first time I've seen him look

I can't look away from him, from those piercing green eyes searching mine like the answer

doesn't change, but something in his eyes

shake my head, my throat tightening. My instincts scream at me to run, to create distance, but my heart and body are rooted in place. My fingers twitch against his skin, and before I know it, both of my hands are on his face, pulling him

lean forward, pressing my lips to his forehead, a gesture

under my

his nose, a soft, almost playful kiss

back slightly, our faces are inches apart, and he's watching me

steals the air from my

of me of

then I kiss

our lips meet-a

grip tightens, one hand slipping to my lower back, pulling me flush against him. His lips are softer than I

to claim a

and I follow, my tongue brushing against his. He groans, low and deep, and it vibrates

brushes against mine, and I let

dark hair. His growl vibrates through me, low and primal, and I feel it

too much, too fast, and

and his lips trail

stop.

stills, his forehead resting against mine,

about to crumble.

need a bath," I say, my attempt at lightening the

now. "And

raw

twitch into a ghost of a smile,

same innocent man I found

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