Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 32

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.

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

tilts. My head is

I can't stop.

Whispers. Stares.

don't give a

too fast, too frenzied, my brain scrambling for any piece of information that will tell me where the hell Enoch

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

new beast in

My breath

scoffs. "The thing's massive. Feral. They should just put

No.

No, no, no.

leaning against a pillar, talking like they aren't di Rage burns up my spine. Before

My voice is sharp, shaking, my fingers digging into

guy blanches, startled. "What

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

The fighting ring. The barbaric gladiator pit the Alpha of the Riverstone

Enoch is about to

The floor filte

My stomach drops.

Fighting ring

Like slaves.

My hands start shaking,"

Enoch

No.

No, no

startles me from

"Taryn"

Kallias,

up at the second-floor railing. He's

expression unreadable but his voice thick with

stop walking, heads turning toward me. The rejected Omega being summoned by

Fuck no.

my throat, but I don't let it root. I spin on my heel and

I don't care.

let him get close. I can't

"Ah!"

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

stumble, barely catching myself before my knee scrapes the floor.

bite it

I crawled out of

calls my

I don't stop.

sprint past the hall, past the wide-eyed pack members,

at their posts.

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to get to the

get there

get out of the pack how's backdoor, letting in the forest air

skin.

the pack houses, past the training grounds, past any

stench of mold and decay as I push forward, ignoring the burning in my legs, the sting of twigs

Two men, both bulky, both bored out

as I skid to a stop behind

into the bushes across from them. It rastles, loud

"The fuck was that

Noida

sword, stepping toward the noise. The other follows, just

little further-perfect.

I move.

Fucking amateurs.

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

rush in, gagging

ankles. It smells like rot, like piss, like everything that should be buried six feet under. The only light comes from flickering torches,

of

bars.

Rogues. Murderers.

they know fresh meat when they

desperate. Someone giggles— high-pitched, broken. Another sobs, whispering something I can't understand. "Come here,

drumbeat in my

the hungry hands

There.

the very end of the

to the stone wall, pinning a man

forward, jet black hair hanging in tangled

Enoch