Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 30

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

I don't remember moving. One second, I was standing there, frozen in the aftermath of the chaos, and the next, I was running.

The infirmary doors come into view, but so do the two pack warriors standing in front of them, arms crossed over their chests like two pieces of furniture bolted to the ground. My breathing is uneven, heart hammering as I push forward, but their presence alone is enough to confirm what I already suspected-I'm not getting in.

I barely skid to a stop before I crash into him. "Move." My voice is tight, demanding, even though I know it won't work.

One of them, a Beta-ranked warrior with a scar running across his cheek, raises a brow at me. "Off-limits."

I step forward, trying to shove past, but he doesn't budge. My fingers curl into fists. "He's hurt-what the fuck do you mean, off-limits?"

The other guard, bulkier, sighs like I'm a mild inconvenience. "It's the Alpha's orders. Step away, Omega."

Alpha's orders.

I clench my fists, my nails biting into my palms. I should've known. Kallias' father- the walking corpse who calls himself an Alpha-probably thinks keeping me away from Enoch will make me shut up. Obedient little Omega, know your place.

They've got me all the way fucked up.

I almost argue. I almost tell them that Enoch is mine to look after, that I pulled him out of that goddamn forest with my own hands, that if anyone has a right to be in there, it's me. But I can see it in their faces-there's no room for negotiation. They aren't here to listen. They're here to keep people like me out.

So I turn and run.

I spin on my heel and storm down the hall, ignoring the warriors' tense muttering behind me. I know exactly where to go. If I can't get into Enoch's room, I'll go to the person who should be treating him.

Dr. Lisa.

I don't knock. I don't hesitate. I don't even give a single shit that she's in the middle of a consultation. I shove the door open so hard that it bounces off the wall, rattling the framed certificates and making the patient jump like I just pulled a gun on her.

"Taryn, what the-"

"Out," I snap, looking at the patient, some middle-aged she-wolf with a sprained wrist or whatever. I don't have the patience

care.

The woman gapes at me. "Excuse me?"

Dr. Lisa exhales, rubbing her temples. "Taryn, I'm in the middle of an appointment-

"Out," I repeat, sharper this time, and when the woman doesn't move, I jerk my chin toward the door. "You'll live. Come back later."

She huffs in indignation but grabs her bag and storms past me, muttering something about 'rudel breath. I don't give a shit. The second she's gone, I whirl on Dr. Lisa.

Omegas' under her

"Why the hell aren't you treating Enoch?" My voice is shaking, and it's not from fear. It's from the kind of rage that makes people do irreversible things. "You've been his doctor this whole time, and now you're just-what? Ignoring him?"

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Dr. Lisa leans back in her chair, her expression shifting from irritation to something more exhausted. "It's are up we Taryn."

"Like hell it isn't," I snap. "You've been patching him up for weeks-"

Lisa exhales, leaning back in her chair, looking exhausted. "Because I was told not to❞

1 freeze. "By who?"

Her lips press into a thin line, "Who do you think?"

I fucking knew it.

I shove my hands through my hair, tugging at the roots like the pain will somehow ground me. “You're the one wish bera treating him this whole time," I hiss. "You're the only one who knows how to handle him, and now, suddenly, you're at allowed to anymore? You're just gonna sit there and let that happen?"

Her gaze hardens. "I don't have a choice, Taryn."

"Bullshit."

hesitates, glancing toward the door like she's afraid someone might be listening. When she finally speaks, her voice is lower, careful. "I don't know, but he's fixated on him. He keeps

know about him."

My stomach tightens.

know anything.

only one

My voice is barely above

to say. He was found in the forest, half-dead. That's all I know." She

Neither do I.

step. I feel sick, as if I'm standing at the edge of something I don't want to see-I don't want to know. But my

my bed since the last time he was here. My hands shake as I reach for the book he's been reading for weeks-the one he got from the library, the one he pores

of the

the markings. The

who he is. He doesn't know where he came from. But something inside

spinning. pers I've kept

I scan the pages, my vision blurring. I don't want

on its own. I throw open my desk drawer, yanking out a stack of old ne Articles about

tremble as I compare them to Enoch's

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birth year. Enoch's

The timelines match.

No.

No, no, no.

trembling. It doesn't mean anything. It can't mean anything. But my instincts are clawing at me, screaming at me, and I don't know whether to listen

against my ribs. I don't know what's

have to hide this.

fingers brush against something

small

expecting nothing. He hated this thing. He flinched when the flash

like it physically hurt

the gallery

breath catches in my

They're all of me.

Me eating, me laughing, me cooking, me

like he

I click through them, my

one, my heart hammering. The screen fills with me, standing at the kitchen counter, grumbling under my breath as I stir a

soup.

play on the first

and there I am-standing

under my breath.

his voice, deep

"Pretty."

My heart stops.

"If you're calling me pretty just so I'll cook

swear to God-"

firmer this time. Like he wants

Like he means it.

The video cuts off.

dozing off on the couch, a book open

voice, softer this time. "She reads. Many books.

finishing."

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My vision blurs.

don't even realize I'm crying until my shoulders shake, a

against

doesn't want his own picture taken. He

had physically hurt him.

takes pictures

body wracked with silent sobs. Because for all his quietness, his blank stares, his lost memories-this? This tells

me. Notices me in ways no one else ever

do with that now that I have sent him to

It's all my fault.

up. My head is heavy, eyelids crusted with dried tears. The ache in

a man who never should've been in my life but somehow became my whole damn world. The camera, the journals, the old newspapers I rifled through until my fingers were covered