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.

open and burst into the hallway, the cold floor slamming against my bare feet. The castle is dim,

My head is still foggy, my body weak from the rejection,

I can't stop.

Whispers. Stares.

don't give a

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

is busy, wolves moving through the corridors, their conversations a low murmur of noise. It isn't until I reach the main hall that I hear something that makes

new beast in the

My breath lodges

thing's massive. Feral.

No.

No, no, no.

they aren't di Rage burns up my spine.

is sharp, shaking, my fingers digging into

guy blanches, startled. "What the

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at his friend, looking uneasy now. "The-the beast, he stammers, shifting uncomfortably. "The one they captured, He's

sharp ringing fills my ears. My grip tightens before I shove him back, my breath coming fast and uneven. The fighting ring. The barbaric gladiator pit the Alpha of the Riverstone Pack uses to entertain himself. Where rogues, criminals, and unlucky bastards get thrown in

is about to be thrown

The floor filte

My stomach drops.

Fighting ring

Like slaves.

My hands start shaking,"

Enoch

No.

No, no

startles me from

"Taryn"

Kallias,

at the second-floor railing. He's standing there, looking

unreadable but his voice thick with

hall falls silent. Wolves stop walking, heads turning toward me. The rejected Omega being summoned by the

Fuck no.

don't let it root.

I don't care.

close. I can't

"Ah!"

rips from my throat when my foot catches on the uneven stone,

catching myself before my knee scrapes the floor. Pain

fast, but I bite

probably looking like I crawled out

calls my name

I don't stop.

the hall, past the wide-eyed

at their posts.

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to get

to get

letting in the forest air seep

skin.

buried deep in the heart of the forest, past the pack houses, past the training grounds, past any place that resent les diviakon K's where criminals rot,

push forward,

grated-dnbly. Two men, both bulky, both bored

skid to

the bushes across

"The fuck was that

Noida

his sword, stepping toward the noise. The other

little further-perfect.

I move.

Fucking amateurs.

My fingers slip against the rusted handle, my pulse hammering so loud I can barely think. The door

rush in, gagging

water laps at my ankles. It smells like rot, like piss, like everything that should be buried six feet under.

worst of the worst-prisoners caged

bars.

Rogues. Murderers.

know fresh meat when they

shoot between the bars, reaching, clawing, desperate. Someone giggles— high-pitched, broken. Another sobs, whispering something I can't

my pulse a relentless drumbeat in my ears. My gaze

corridor, past the hungry hands

There.

end of the

each bolted to the stone wall, pinning a man

jet black hair hanging in tangled strands

Enoch