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.

something weird to my chest. I chalk it up to secondhand

need a doctor, Enoch," I argue, trying

His grip tightens. "No."

this time, more... desperate. His

idea of me leaving is

sharply, yanking at my wrist. "I don't care if you have some

needles or white coats or

low and pained,

"You" he breathes, "Enough."

My throat goes dry,

Oh,

and for the first time, I see it. The barest flicker of something primal lurking

Lycan

is changing, shifting, something deep inside him

stare down at him, and for the first time since I found him bleeding out in the woods, I realize just how

words die in my throat when he tugs me again, this

fingers flex against my wrist, then he

him, my palm splaying against his bare chest for balance. Heat radiates off him in waves, and suddenly,

and his eyes, hazy but intent, watching me as

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

I groan. "You're a goddamn

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

n't loosen. He holds

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

in the way he's holding me, something raw

for

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let myself sink

myself

on my chest should be uncomfortable. It's

considering he's half

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

the exposed

if

him. "I'll try to minimize my

his voice

slow chill creeps

hear anything except the rustling leaves outside, the occasional howl

But Enoch-he hears something else.

fingers instinctively stroke through his damp hair, the strands curling

still cooking him from the inside out. "What do you

face is buried against me, but his voice is eerily clear when he

body goes rigid.

flaring like he's drinking in something foul. Then he repeats it, verbatim, tone flat, disinterested. "The Omega whored her way

jaw unhinges. The fuck did

arms tightening around my waist as

him.

shifts, nuzzling against my sternum like I

"More."

More fucking slander?" I seethe,

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

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

"They say." His

in my

exhales heavily, as though my words

fuck