Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 28

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

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Dr. Lisa sighs dramatically as she finishes patching up Enoch's back, dusting off her hands like she's just finished dealing with a particularly unruly child.

"Alright, big guy, this should be the last time I have to see you in here," she mutters, giving me a pointed look before snapping off her gloves.

I blink. "Last time?"

She nods, her expression shifting into something more thoughtful. "I think it's about time his wolf wakes up."

The words settle like a lead in my chest.

I should be thrilled. I should be fucking ecstatic that Enoch is finally healing, that

he might be whole again. But instead, my throat tightens, and a strange, nauseating dread creeps in.

I force a grin. "Wow. That's... great, right?"

Enoch, who had been sitting quietly on the exam table, his back still riddled with fresh scars, tilts his head at me. He doesn't say anything, but I can feel his eyes burning into me as if he knows-as if he fucking knows I'm lying.

Dr. Lisa leans back against her desk. “It's likely that when his wolf returns, his memory will follow."

I freeze. "Wait, you mean-

"Most likely, yes," she confirms, rubbing at her temples. "His brain is already functioning better. He's speaking more, reacting more. If his wolf returns, there's a high chance his memories will too."

Something in my stomach churns, and for the first time in a long time, I don't know what the hell to do with my hands.

Because I know exactly what this means.

Enoch will remember who he is. He'll remember his past, his rank, his real home. He'll have a life outside of this pack, outside of me

My mouth opens, but I don't trust myself to speak, so I just nod, my forced smile still plastered onto my face.

I let Enoch step out first, lingering at the door, but before I can close it behind me, Dr. Lisa's voice stops me cold.

"You do know that when he regains his memories, right?" she says, softer now. "He won't remember anything from this place. Not you. Not your pack. Not the time he's spent here. He'll be back to the person he was before."

My heart stutters in my chest, but I still manage to laugh. "Oh, come on, Doc. It's not like I'd miss babysitting a six-foot-five caveman forever."

She doesn't laugh.

Her lips press into a thin line as she watches me, probably waiting for the moment my bullshit crumbles. But I don't let it. Instead, I wink at her before stepping out and shutting the door behind me.

Enoch is standing there, waiting, but something in his face has changed. He's looking at me the way he does I'm upset but don't want to say it.

I smile at him, but he doesn't smile back.

he knows

The walk back to our room is silent, but my brain isn't. It's a damn storm. I try to shove down the anxiety twisting inside me, but it lingers, whispering awful things in my ear.

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This is temporary.

He's going to leave..

You're just someone passing through his life.

I hate that it hurts. I hate that it fucking hurts.

But before I can dwell on it for too long, the world tilts.

I squeal as I'm suddenly lifted off the ground. "Enoch!" I screech, arms flailing as

he effortlessly carries me down the hall like I weigh nothing. "Put me down, you absolute menace-"

He doesn't. If anything, he tightens his grip, his lips twitching like he finds my suffering hilarious.

“Room,” he says simply, carrying me inside before dropping me unceremoniously onto the bed. I bounce slightly from the impact, my hair falling into my face as I gape at him.

"What the actual fuck was that for?"

Enoch doesn't answer. He kneels in front of me, his massive hands wrapping around my ankle, and I go

Oh.

still.

My breath catches as he studies my foot, his fingers tracing over the bruises that formed when I fell earlier. His touch is gentle-so, so gentle-and before I can tell him I'm fine, he starts massaging.

let out an

swear, his

that myself," I stammer,

He doesn't stop either.

soreness away, moving slowly up my calf, his hands warm and firm against my skin. I should say something. I should stop him. But my brain has officially short-circuited,

I freeze.

Oh, no.

Oh,

no no

like

over the sensitive skin of my

And then-

sharp knock sounds at

Shit.

he actually falls backward, landing on his

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Oh my Goddess.

up, my face burning, while Enoch glares murder at the door like be's

Another knock.

down my face before shooting food a book "You better wise to face off your

He does not.

still slightly wobbly, and make my way to the door. Whoner's on the other side better have a damn good reason

a young Omega stands there, wide-eyed and

to figure things ou on their own Since nobody wants to

Alone.

"Yeah, okay. I'll be down in a

there. I turn back to grab my

atte snakes around my waist, pulling me back into solid

"Don't go."

my ear, and I swear

fragmented sentence. That's a

lets go, I'll disappear. His eyes-those

want to read into it. I really

exhale and poke at his chest. "Then come with

beat before

in my chest, but I ignore it and

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usual. The other Omegas have loved leaving me to do the impossible, dumping tasks on me and calling it my job. It's fine. Whatever. I've been

wasn't expecting was for Enoch to start

down before he's

the with a blade

he was born

in pure horror as he dices vegetables with

and damn-almost

learn how to do that?" I

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"Don't

cut. "Just know,"

Of course he does.

off and focus on

everything is... peaceful. Almost

entire handful of flour in

I choke.

He freezes.

entire kitchen

then I wheeze out a

his brows furrow in confusion makes it even

between laughs, clutching the counter. "You little

I can launch a counterattack,

He smiles.

his usual

A real, genuine smile.

It makes him

not some lost, dangerous rogue.

chest aches. This would

at the flour smudged on his cheek.

longer than they should, and I swear I see

me.

too close. I should move.

But I don't.

do what I

I kiss his forehead.

Then his nose.

he closes

slow and deep, and my entire body melts. It's not rushed. It's not desperate. It's something else, something that makes my toes curl and my heart stutter. His tongue swipes on my lips, asking for entry and I give it

as our

don't know how long we stay like that, lips tangled,

afraid to let go.

then I feel