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."

she's afraid someone might be listening. When she finally speaks, her voice is lower, careful. "I

know about him."

My stomach tightens.

know anything. Not

only

voice is barely above

He was found in the forest, half-dead. That's all I know." She passes, expression grim. "But I don't think

Neither do I.

chest growing heavier with every 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 feet

bed made, his things untouched under 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

History of

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

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

pers I've kept for

pages, my vision

old ne Articles about the Lycan King.

as I

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year. Enoch's birth

The timelines match.

No.

No, no, no.

instincts are clawing at me, screaming at me, and I don't know

ribs. I don't know what's

have to hide

as I do, my fingers brush against something cold and

pulling out the small camera I

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

like it physically

gallery isn't

catches

They're all of me.

shots, dozens of them. Me eating, me laughing, me

blurry, like he took them in a rush. Others are clearer, more

chest tightens as I click through them, my fingers trembling. And then I find the

at the kitchen counter, grumbling

soup.

play on

screen flickers, and there I am-standing at the

under my breath.

his voice, deep

"Pretty."

My heart stops.

look up, scowling. "If you're

swear to God-"

time. Like he wants

Like he means it.

The video cuts off.

off on the couch, a book open on

"She reads. Many books. Falls asleep

finishing."

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My vision blurs.

until my shoulders shake, a choked

camera against my chest. curling into

want his own picture taken. He panicked when

had physically hurt him.

takes pictures

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

sees me. Notices me in ways

I don't know what to do with that now that I have sent him to his

It's all my fault.

wake up. My head is heavy, eyelids crusted with dried tears. The ache in my chest lingers like a wound

me on the bed, scattered evidence of a man who never should've been in my life but somehow became my whole damn world. The camera,