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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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 break the silence. "And

Lisa lifts a

hesitate. Because this? This is embarrassing. But I need to say it

I haven't completely lost my

trail off, choosing my words

at

up every time he's close. Like my body feels all..."

no. I am NOT about to say that it feels

for a beat.

"What the hell is

still chuckling. "I think I'm gonna have to

"This

"Oh, it

and cross my arms. "You're

unhelpful. Dr. Lisa shakes her head, still amused and I

the hell is going on with me, I

forearm, and I swear I see the tape tremble between

her gaze flicking up to meet his. "Too fast for

I stiffen.

are closing faster than they should, faster than even an Alpha's. Dr. Lisa notices it too,

she

down the truth clogging my throat. He's the fucking

Not when I finally

looked at me as though I'd just doomed

him-echoes in my head every time I

feel any regret any time

curling into my chest

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Chapter 37

MORNING

neck, dragging me out of

little dagger stunt. The wound's will bleeding. Annoying. I shuffle to the mirror, peeling back the

when Enoch touches me. It's not like before

it. At least, not that

the sore spot on my neck and shake my head.

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

THE TRAINING GROUNDS

Something is wrong.

if he's an active landmine. Even the warriors, guys who usually think pain is a

more

feels different.

turns when I approach, face brightening

human. He's all sharp lines and predatory energy one second, and then-poof. Suddenly you're seeing

rumbles, stepping closer. I look around.

hand him a piece of bread. He only stares at it like it personally

slowly, he leans down and

hand.

I freeze.