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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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 know

break the silence. "And

lifts

I need to say it

haven't completely lost my

trail off, choosing my words

squints at me.

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.

am NOT about to say that it feels

for a beat. Then she bursts out

"What the hell

chuckling. "I think I'm

glare. "This is

it is. Trust

and cross my arms. "You're

her head, still amused and

confusion, because whatever the hell is going on with me, I

bandage around Enoch's forearm, and I swear

fast," she mutters, inspecting the already-fading bruises, her gaze flicking up to meet his. "Too fast for

I stiffen.

they should, faster than even an Alpha's. Dr. Lisa

are," she says

swallow, forcing down the truth clogging my

Not when I finally remember that merchant from

as though I'd just doomed myself. Not

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

I don't feel any regret any

follows me back to my room, curling into my chest and settling there, heavy

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Chapter 37

MORNING

me out of sleep

I shuffle to the mirror, peeling

strange, electric charge. The way my pulse spikes when Enoch touches me. It's

he doesn't feel it. At least, not

the sore spot on my neck and

with Gamma Abel underway. I grab a basket of food-because my dumbass Lycan refuses to

THE TRAINING GROUNDS

Something is wrong.

an active landmine. Even the warriors, guys who usually think pain is a personality trait, flinch when he moves. This makes sense, considering he

more

feels different. He's

face brightening

predatory energy one second, and then-poof. Suddenly you're

closer. I look

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

leans down

hand.

I freeze.