Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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 puzzle together. The room is too quiet, except for the hum of the lights and the faint, and

break the silence. "And

Lisa lifts

This is embarrassing. But I need to

completely lost my

off, choosing

Lisa squints at me. "Weird

like I'm an interesting 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 hand vaguely. "Tingly. My skin gets hot, my head gets light. It's like-"I cut myself off before

am NOT about to say that it feels

at me for a beat. Then she bursts out

scowl. "What the hell

wipes at her eyes, still chuckling. "I think I'm gonna have to

glare. "This is not

"Oh, it is.

my

head, still amused and I don't find

is going on

last bandage around Enoch's forearm, and I swear I see the tape tremble

already-fading bruises, her gaze flicking up to meet his. "Too

I stiffen.

faster than even an Alpha's. Dr. Lisa notices it too, her lips

to know who you really are," she says lightly, but

swallow, forcing down the truth clogging my throat. He's

can't say it. Not when I finally remember that

I'd just

going to regret saving him-echoes in my head every time

I don't feel any regret any time

me back to my room, curling into

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my neck, dragging me out

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, pale and drawn, and my thoughts-once again-veer

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

he doesn't feel it. At

the sore spot on my neck and

grab a basket of food-because my dumbass Lycan refuses to remember basic

THE TRAINING GROUNDS

Something is wrong.

their distance from Enoch as if he's an active landmine. Even the warriors, guys who usually think pain is a personality trait, flinch when

more than

feels different.

I approach, face brightening like a golden retriever

and predatory energy one second, and

he rumbles, stepping closer. I look

only stares at it like it personally offended him. "Eat," I

slowly, he leans down and takes

hand.

I freeze.