Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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Chapter 32

Chapter 32

The world snaps into focus all at once.

I suck in a sharp breath, my lungs burning as though I've been holding it anderwater My Body care Bot the pr background noise compared to the single, horrifying realization still ringing in my head

Enoch.

The doctor's voice echoes, the words twisting around my skull like barbed wire

"The Alpha's making sure of it. That man-Enoch-won't be a problem soon Panic slams into my chest.

My eyes fly open, and I blink rapidly against the fluorescent lights stabbing into my skull. The fire things the ine stuck into my arm, the needle buried deep in my vein.

A cold shiver runs down my spine. Werewolves rarely need IVs-our wolves usually handle the healing, Which mea I me have been in a world of pain for them to stick this into me.

White sheets. A massive four-poster bed. Dim lighting. A nauseatingly familiar scent.

No.

I barely have time to process it before I realize I'm not in the pack hospital. The

walls are dark, the sheets onell like expensive cologne, and when I shift, the mattress beneath me is way too soft for a place that treats ock sesle

I know exactly where I am.

I grit my teeth, my voice rough as sandpaper. "Where the hell am I?"

"You're awake."

I flinch at the voice, my body recoiling like it wants to leap out the darnn window. Kallias is sitting on the edge of the bed too close, his dark brows drawn together like he actually gives a shit. He's dressed down, his asual Alpha arrogance dampened, but I don't let that fool me.

"What the fuck am I doing here?" My voice is rough, my throat dry.

Kallias' jaw tightens. "You collapsed. I brought you here."

He looks relaxed, but the tension in his jaw gives him away. His eyes flick to my

face, scanning me, and something in his expression darkens.

"You're in my room," he says, voice deceptively calm. "In my bed."

Disgust crawls up my throat. I push myself up, ignoring the dizziness that threatens to pull me back under. The IV tugs at my arm, but I don't give a shit.

The doctor shifts awkwardly by the door, clearly wishing he were anywhere but here. He looks at Kallias before flicking his gaze to me, his mouth opening like he's about to say something.

I don't give him the chance.

"What the hell were you talking about?" My voice is sharp, cutting through the thick silence. "What did you mean about Enoch?"

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The doctor's expression shutters immediately.

He glances at Kallias again.

Kallias, who now looks fucking furious.

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His jaw clenches, his nostrils flare, and his fingers twitch against his knee like he's seconds away from tearing the guy's throat

out.

"Doctor," I say slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Tell me."

The doctor hesitates.

And that's all I need to see.

Kallias' lips curl, low and warning. "You don't need to worry about him."

Wrong answer.

I rip the IV out of my arm. The sting barely registers before I'm shoving the sheets

off and scrambling to my feet. My legs wobble, but I lock my knees and push

forward, adrenaline drowning out everything else.

"Taryn-"

I shoulder past the doctor, hard enough that he stumbles back.

I don't stop. I yank the door open and burst into the hallway, the cold floor slamming against my bare

the world tilts. My head is still foggy, my

I can't stop.

Whispers. Stares.

don't give

piece of information that will tell me where the hell Enoch is. I don't know where I'm going, only that I

corridors, their conversations a low murmur of noise. It

beast

freeze. My breath lodges in

Feral. They should

No.

No, no, no.

members leaning against a pillar, talking like they aren't di Rage burns up my spine. Before I can think, I grab one by the collar and

voice is sharp, shaking, my

blanches, startled.

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uneasy now. "The-the beast, he stammers, shifting uncomfortably. "The one they captured, He's being thrown into the fighting

grip tightens before I shove him back, my breath coming fast and uneven. The fighting ring. The barbaric gladiator pit the Alpha

Enoch is about to be thrown in

The floor filte

My stomach drops.

Fighting ring

Like slaves.

My hands start shaking,"

Enoch

No.

No, no

voice startles me from

"Taryn"

Kallias,

looking up at the second-floor

his expression unreadable but his voice

hall falls silent. Wolves stop walking, heads turning

Fuck no.

throat, but I don't let it

I don't care.

him get close. I can't

"Ah!"

from my throat when

catching myself before my knee

but I bite it down, pushing

probably looking like I crawled out of a goddamn

calls my

I don't stop.

hall, past the wide-eyed

at their posts.

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get

to get there before I's

backdoor, letting in the forest air seep

skin.

heart of the forest, past the pack houses, past the training grounds, past

push forward, ignoring the burning in my legs, the sting of

entrance is grated-dnbly. Two men, both bulky, both bored out

my ribs as I skid to a stop behind the trees

and check it into the bushes across from them. It rastles,

"The fuck was that

Noida

sword, stepping toward the noise. The

little further-perfect.

I move.

Fucking amateurs.

the door. My fingers slip against the rusted handle, my pulse hammering

rush in,

everything that should

the worst of the worst-prisoners caged behind

bars.

Rogues. Murderers.

they know fresh meat when

giggles— high-pitched, broken. Another sobs, whispering

pulse a relentless drumbeat in my

hungry hands and the snarling teeth,

There.

end

each bolted to the stone

ankles. His body is slack, head tilted forward, jet black hair hanging in tangled strands over his bruised

Enoch