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."

speaks, her voice is lower, careful. "I don't know, but he's fixated on him. He keeps asking about Enoch's

know about him."

My stomach tightens.

know

only one

My voice is barely above

shakes her head. "There's nothing to say. He was found in the forest, half-dead. That's all I know." She

Neither do I.

at the edge of something I don't want to see-I don't want to know. But my feet keep

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

History of

I see the markings. The circled words. King. Alpha King. Dead parents. Unknown face of

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

pers

as I scan the pages, my vision blurring.

of old ne

tremble as I compare them to

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birth year.

The timelines match.

No.

No, no, no.

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 or shove the thought so deep

slamming against my ribs. I don't know

to hide this.

as I do, my fingers brush against something cold

the small camera I bought

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

like it

gallery

breath catches in my

They're all of me.

dozens of them. Me eating, me laughing, me

said something stupid. Some are blurry, like he took them in a rush. Others are clearer, more

them, my fingers trembling. And then I find the

fills with me, standing at the kitchen counter, grumbling under my breath

soup.

press play on the first

am-standing at the stove, stirring a

under my breath.

voice, deep and

"Pretty."

My heart stops.

video, I look up, scowling. "If you're calling

swear to God-"

time. Like he wants me

Like he means it.

The video cuts off.

on the couch, a book open on

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

finishing."

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My vision blurs.

even realize I'm crying until my

I press the camera against

picture taken. He panicked when I

had physically hurt him.

takes

tighter, my body wracked with silent sobs. Because for all his quietness, his blank stares, his lost memories-this? This tells me everything I need to

in ways

what to do with that now that I have sent him

It's all my fault.

when I wake up. My head is heavy, eyelids crusted with dried tears. The ache in my chest lingers like a wound left untreated, festering under my ribs, but the exhaustion has dulled it

should've been in my life but somehow became my whole damn