Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 39

Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Enoch shouldn't be behaving like this if he doesn't feel what I do.

He steadies me effortlessly, but the second he realizes just how close we are, he recoils like I burned him. His body jerks back so fast I nearly topple over again. It's almost funny-the big, bad, amnesiac Lycan King acting like I'm a fucking

disease.

"Thanks for the save, asshole," I mutter, brushing dirt off my palms.

He just grunts as an answer, those gaze barely looking at me, his expression is once again unreadable. His reactions are always a gamble. Sometimes he's completely unreadable, like now, and other times, he looks at me like he wants to devour me whole. No in-between.

We go about the rest of the training session in tense, loaded silence, dodging, striking, moving in sync. It should be like every other day, but there's something different. An energy that linger-suffocating with its thickness, even after we finish and the rest of the pack drifts away, sneering in my direction as they pass.

Nothing new.

The rest of the day was like usual ever since the Alpha announced that stupid command: the pack are either pretending we don't exist or shooting me glares that could strip flesh from bone.

Good. Business as usual.

But that's not what sticks with me as I walk back to the packhouse. It's that feeling again.

The one that has nothing to do with my usual paranoia.

Someone is watching me.

I feel it. It prickles along my spine, an unwelcome presence in the shadows, just out of sight, lurking. I glance back toward the deep forest, scanning between the thick trees. Nothing but darkness stretching beyond the clearing.

Still. The feeling doesn't fade.

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Night falls, and I realize I haven't seen Enoch in hours. Not on the training ground, not in the kitchen, not even perched on his usual windowsill, obsessing over that damn book about the royal family he always reads as though it holds the answers to his missing past.

That's when I find him.

On the bed. Unmoving. A fevered flush crawling up his neck, his skin clammy, his breath shallow.

Shit.

I don't panic. I'm not that girl. But something about seeing him like this makes my stomach twist. He's strong, impossibly strong, but right now, he looks... vulnerable. And I don't fucking like it.

"Enoch," I say, shaking his shoulder lightly. "Hey. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Nothing. He shifts, the movement sluggish, barely there.

Double shit.

I move to call Dr. Lisa. Because sure, it's just a fever, but this is Enoch. Not just any wolf. A Lycan. And something tells me his biology doesn't follow the same rules.

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Before I can leave, though, a burning-hot hand latches onto my wrist. "Don't," Enoch rasps.

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His fingers tighten, and when I turn, his forest greenneyes-dazed, wild-are locked onto me.

"Stay" he rasps.

wrecked, does something weird to my chest. I

Enoch," I argue,

His grip tightens. "No."

voice is more insistent this time, more... desperate. His

idea of me leaving is

exhale sharply, yanking at my wrist. "I don't care

white coats or whatever the

groans, low and pained,

"You" he breathes, "Enough."

My throat goes dry,

Oh,

I see it. The barest flicker of something primal lurking beneath the

Lycan

fever. His body is changing, shifting, something

rock in my gut. I stare down at him, and for the first time since I found him bleeding out in the woods, I realize just how unfairly beautiful he is. Even sick, sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead, he looks like something carved by gods with too

he tugs me again, this time harder, until I stumble forward, right into the heat

flex against my wrist,

landing half on top of him, my palm splaying against his bare chest for balance.

tangled limbs, and his eyes, hazy but

slams against my ribs, a reckless thing, and for the briefest, stupidest

I groan. "You're a

smirk tugs at his lips before, his eyes flutter closed. His breathing evens out, but his arm

n't loosen. He holds

I should pull away. I should argue, tell him this

desperate in the way he's

just for a

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let myself sink

myself be

head on my chest should be uncomfortable. It's

suffocating, considering he's half a

his warmth seeps into my skin, grounding me,

is slow, rhythmic, tickling the

asleep if he didn't

"I'll try

you." He shifts, his voice

creeps up my spine.

except the rustling

But Enoch-he hears something

through his damp hair, the strands

him from the inside out. "What do you

buried against me, but his voice is eerily clear when he mutters, "She's

goes

verbatim, tone flat, disinterested. "The Omega whored her way into his bed. The rogue is rutting her like a

unhinges. The fuck did

his arms tightening around my waist as

out from under him. "Who the fuck

nuzzling against my sternum

"More."

More fucking slander?" I seethe,

will regret it. That

a sharp, humorless laugh. "Oh, will he? That piece

against my side, his fingers flexing. "They say." His voice drops lower, almost guttural. "That he will force

rage unfurls in my chest. My pulse hammers in my throat,

as though my

fuck