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.

and wrecked, does something weird to my chest. I chalk it up

a doctor, Enoch," I

His grip tightens. "No."

insistent this time, more... desperate. His forehead

slightly like the idea of me leaving

my wrist. "I

white coats or

groans, low and pained, but his eyes

"You" he breathes, "Enough."

My throat goes dry,

Oh,

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

Lycan

is changing, shifting, something deep inside

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

again, this

fingers flex against my wrist,

crash, landing half on top of him, my palm splaying against his bare chest for balance. Heat radiates off him in waves,

but intent, watching

ribs, a reckless thing, and for the briefest, stupidest moment, I

"You're a

a smirk tugs at his lips before, his eyes flutter closed.

n't loosen. He holds

should pull away. I should argue, tell him this is a stupid

there's something desperate in the way he's

for a

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myself

myself be

chest

should be suffocating, considering he's half a furnace, radiating

the sun. But instead, his warmth seeps into my skin, grounding me, lulling me into a false sense

rhythmic, tickling the exposed skin of

he's asleep if he didn't suddenly mumble,

him. "I'll try to

voice

chill creeps up

except the rustling leaves outside, the occasional

But Enoch-he hears something else.

his damp hair, the strands curling from

the inside out. "What do you

against me, but his voice is eerily clear when

entire body goes rigid. "Excuse

drinking in something foul. Then he repeats it, verbatim, tone flat, disinterested. "The Omega whored her way into his bed. The rogue is rutting her like a bitch in

fuck did he

sit up so fast Enoch groans, his arms tightening around

under him. "Who

right away, just shifts, nuzzling against my sternum like I didn't just have an

"More."

More what? More fucking slander?" I

"They say the Alpha will regret it. That he will claim

laugh. "Oh, will he? That piece

side, his fingers flexing. "They say." His voice drops lower,

hot rage unfurls in my chest. My pulse hammers in my

heavily, as though my words satisfy

fuck