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."

his composure cracking under my words. He releases Enoch with a shove,

a mistake, Taryn," he says, his voice low and warning "And when it blows up in your face, don't come running

the door behind him so hard the walls of my humble room rattle. Yeah, this thing is

silence that follows is deafening, the tension in the room thick enough

now sitting on the floor, leaning against the side of my bed as though nothing

stomach twists at

fom letting his friends do the kicking. In the library, ansd in the training field. This man just

I ask, rushing to his

me with those unreadable emerald eyes as I inspect his face. The mark isn't bad but still getting hit by Kallis who's the strongest wolf out there beside his father and the Gamma, it's going to be

pull myself off of his lap. It's definitely enough to make me reach for the first aid kit on

mutter, more to myself than to him as I rummage through the

cut off as Enoch's hand wraps around my

at him, and the next thing I know, "Ah!" I was pulled off of my feet and I'm sitting

"Enoch-"

my waist, his grip firm but careful, and for the first time since this whole mess started, I see something in his eyes that I

Possession.

against my ribs, and I can't decide if I want 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

palm as if it's the only

trying to calm down. And for a second, everything

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he opens his

"Taryn."

runs down my spine.

even a command. It's just my name, but it's

until it's

you think I'm

as his gaze locks

time I've seen him look

piercing green eyes

his

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

to his

body relaxes under my touch,

his nose, a soft, almost playful kiss that

slightly, our faces are inches apart, and he's

that steals the air

the fear inside of me of who exactly I brought in this pack. "I

I

moment our lips

him. His lips are softer than I

trying to claim a piece of

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

mine, and I let out a small gasp,

growl vibrates through me, low and primal, and I feel it

too fast, and yet not

air, and his lips trail

stop.

to say, breathlessly. He stills, his forehead resting against mine, his hands steadying me as

about to crumble.

I say, my attempt at lightening the

"And we're cooking that rabbit, not

raw

a ghost of a smile, and for

innocent man I

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