Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 34

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

The crowd is a beast of its own-roaring, stomping, rattling the walls with its insatiable hunger for violence. Sweat, blood, and the sickly-sweet scent of adrenaline hang in the air, thick enough to coat my tongue. The dome vibrates with every crazed chant, every guttural scream demanding bloodshed, and in the center of it all-

Enoch.

Bound. Bruised. Barely conscious.

And yet, despite all that, when his eyes find mine through the chaos, he smiles.

Not the twisted, cynical smirk I've come to associate with him, nor the blank, disconnected expression he's been wearing since losing his memories. No. This one is pure. Soft. As though he's just found the only thing in this gods-forsaken place worth looking at.

My stomach twists. He shouldn't be smiling. Not when there's a literal fucking monster standing beside him, cracking his knuckles like he's warming up for a damn feast.

"Eyes up, Enoch," I whisper under my breath, uselessly. My hands clench into fists, nails biting into my palms. He's too distracted. Too unbothered. Too fucking happy to see me.

His opponent wastes no time.

The bald, disease-ridden fuck lunges like a rabid animal, his fists colliding with Enoch's ribs with a sickening crack. The sound makes my stomach churn. I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste copper, my fists clenched at my sides as Enoch is sent flying backward.

And Enoch, still bound by those iron chains, doesn't even try to move.

He slams into the iron bars, his head snapping back against the metal with a dull thud. The whole goddamn dome vibrates with the force of it.

The crowd erupts.

I can't move.

Not when the champion raises his arms like some victorious gladiator, eating up the deafening cheers. Not when Enoch, still bound by chains, staggers, barely keeping himself upright. And definitely not when he turns those strikingly blue, barely lucid eyes back toward me-smiling.

Why the fuck is he smiling?

'The crowd loves it. They roar with sick satisfaction, shaking the dome, screaming for more. And Plague Rat soaks it in, throwing his arms up and howling like a fucking animal, basking in their applause.

Eat shit, you rogue.

My pulse slams against my throat, my body screaming at me to do something. But if I so much as make a sound, Kallias will have me locked back in his room before I can blink.

And Enoch... Fuck.

But fuck, it's hard to stay quiet when Enoch takes another hit. A knee to the gut. A fist to the jaw. His head snaps to the side, dark hair falling over those blue eyes, but his gaze still flickers toward me.

I want to cry. I want to scream. This isn't what I wanted. I wanted to save him, to get him out of that forest, to let him fucking

heal.

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And yet here he is-chained up, thrown into some barbaric fight club, getting the absolute shit beaten out of him while I stand here, useless.

He doesn't even lift his hands. He doesn't move to defend himself. He just stands there, like a goddamn idiot, taking the next hit to his ribs without flinching. Then another to his gut. And another.

My nails dig into my palms. This isn't a fight. It's a fucking execution.

grips Enoch by the neck and slams him back against the

back a

your bet?" A deep voice startles

Shit.

over the frenzy of the crowd. I stiffen, forcing

my form, my mask obscures my face, but if I so much as twitch wrong, I'll blow my

why the Alpha even bothered putting

arms. "Man's a

don't respond. I

the ring, Enoch's body crumples to

time, he doesn't get

I don't respond

the man beside me anymore. I barely

breath stuck somewhere between my ribs. My fingers dig into my arms as

lands on his body, each hit making the air crack with the

yet-he just takes

I don't

to. But he doesn't even raise a hand. He just absorbs every

waiting

the back of his hand. The crowd roars around us, their excitement turning

the end of the

going to

forward, massive hands reaching, and

around his throat, thick, veiny arms flexing as he strangles

No.

hang limp. His legs dangle uselessly. His face-

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No, no, no.

fades. The air in the pit thickens, pressing

slamming against my ribs, but

how it

let this be how

can stop

chaos like a

pit falls into

One,

Two,

Three

F-

And then-he moves.

almost miss it. One second, Enoch is dangling,

not.

hand, large and brutal, latches

Crack.

is grotesque. The champion's face twists, his mouth opening in a silent

hand slams into the man's chest with a force that sends a ripple through his entire body. Bones give.

then Enoch moves

it's not a fight. It's a

body collapsing the champion's knee inward. A jagged

Enoch doesn't even blink.

warm spurts. Rat face barely has time to react before Enoch drives his elbow into his throat, crushing whatever pathetic attempt at breath he