King Novel 37

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

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Enoch stares at me as though he's calculating something. As though he's deciding whether to lie. I recognize that look because I've used it a million times myself.

His eyes-dark, predatory, infuriatingly unreadable-hold mine, and for a split second, I swear there's something there. A flicker of recognition. A crack in the mystery. And then, just like that, it's gone.

He shakes his head before presenting his head like a damn dog waiting for a pat.

I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding,

ng,sual for some godfortaken treason relief foods through me. What the hell is wrong with me? Wasn't the entire point of this to wait for him to heal, regain his memories, and then yeet him the fuck out of my life? So why does it feel like my stomach just unclenched after weeks of being in a chokehold?

I ignore the tiny voice in my head whispering, Liar. Instead, I roll my eyes and ruffle his hair in what I hope is a completely normal, not-at-all-affectionate way.

"Alright, big guy. Let's get you checked before you start leaking all over my floor again."

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Dr. Lisa's clinic smells like antiseptic and cheap lavender-scented candles, a weird mix of sterile and trying too hard to be comforting. The overhead fluorescent lights buzz faintly, flickering like they're about to give up on life-same, honestly. Enoch sits on the examination table, looking disturbingly unfazed for someone who just made a whole-ass spectacle of himself in the fighting pits. I expected him to be hanging onto life by a thread, maybe missing a limb. Instead, the asshole looks fine. A little scratched up, sure, but most of the blood on him isn't even his.

"Can you lift you arm, please?"

Dr. Lisa presses her lips together, clearly uneasy. She's treated Enoch before, back when he was just the weird mute stray I dragged in, but I can tell something's different now. Maybe it's because she just watched him brutalize a gown—ass man in the ring with the kind of efficiency that makes you question if he's ever done anything else in his life.

She checks his injuries with careful hands, prodding at his ribs, his arms, his knuckles-bruised, but nothing serious. Her brows furrow as she moves to his back, running her fingers along the skin like she's searching for something. "Huh."

Huh? Huh?! That's not a word you wanna hear from your doctor.

"What do you mean, huh?" I demand.

Dr. Lisa steps back, wiping her hands on a rag. "His healing has accelerated."

She glances at Enoch, then back at me. "Now that his wolf is back from

hibernation, it's not just his human body trying to fix him anymore-it's his wolf,

too."

I process that for a second. "So... what, you're saying he should have his memory back now?"

"In theory," she says carefully.

I glance at Enoch, but he's looking at me like he's got nothing to add.

I bite the inside of my cheek. "Yeah, well. I asked him. He says he doesn't

remember anything."

Dr. Lisa hums, tilting her head. "That's strange."

I cross my arms. "Tell me about it."

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a moment. She simply just studies him though she's trying to put a puzzle together. The room is too quiet, except for the hum of the lights and the faint, and the steady sound of Enoch's breathing. I don't

the silence. "And

Lisa lifts a

I need to say it out loud

completely lost my

trail off, choosing my words carefully.

at me. "Weird

new specimen to dissect. "Like.. . I don't know. Like my pulse shoots up every time he's close. Like my body feels all..." I wave a

no. I am NOT about to say that it feels like a

at me for a

"What the hell

her eyes, still chuckling. "I think I'm gonna have to examine your

glare. "This is

it is.

my arms.

at me—completely unhelpful. Dr. Lisa shakes her head,

hell is going on with me,

forearm, and I

heal fast," she mutters, inspecting the already-fading bruises, her gaze flicking

I stiffen.

His wounds are closing faster than they should, faster than even an Alpha's. Dr. Lisa notices it too, her lips pressing into a thin line as she

know who you really are," she says lightly, but her eyes

the truth clogging my throat. He's the fucking

finally remember that merchant from the

though I'd

going to regret saving him-echoes in my head every

feel any regret any

my room, curling

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MORNING

rips through my neck, dragging me out of sleep

over the bandage Dr. Lisa had placed there after the Alpha's little dagger stunt. The wound's will bleeding. Annoying. I shuffle to the mirror, peeling back the edge of the bandage. My reflection stares back,

way my pulse spikes when Enoch touches me. It's not like before with Kallin-no comforting warmth, no

he doesn't feel it. At least, not

on my

his usual morning training with Gamma Abel underway. I grab a basket of

THE TRAINING GROUNDS

Something is wrong.

the warriors, guys who usually think pain is a personality trait, flinch when he moves.

more than

feels different. He's

brightening like

one second, and then-poof.

I look around. Gamma Abel isn't here

a piece of bread. He only stares at it like it personally offended him. "Eat," I say,

slowly, he leans down and takes

hand.

I freeze.

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