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.

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

I argue, trying to pry myself

His grip tightens. "No."

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

like the idea of me leaving

my wrist. "I don't care if you have

coats

pained, but his eyes

"You" he breathes, "Enough."

My throat goes dry,

Oh,

time, I see it. The

Lycan

His body is

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

this time harder, until

flex against my wrist, then he

my palm splaying against his

between us. Just fevered skin, tangled limbs, and his eyes, hazy but intent, watching me as if I'm

and for the briefest, stupidest moment,

"You're a

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

n't loosen. He holds

should pull away. I should argue,

desperate in the way he's holding

for

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myself sink

myself

chest

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

seeps into my skin, grounding

rhythmic, tickling the exposed skin of my collarbone. I

if he didn't suddenly mumble,

down at him. "I'll try to minimize my

you." He shifts, his voice barely above

chill creeps up my

except the rustling leaves outside,

But Enoch-he hears something else. Something I

his damp hair, the strands curling

cooking him from the

voice is eerily clear when

entire body goes

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

unhinges. The fuck did he just

fast Enoch groans, his arms tightening around my waist as if I

him.

just shifts, nuzzling against my sternum

"More."

what? More fucking slander?" I

"They say the Alpha will regret

sharp, humorless laugh. "Oh, will he?

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

fresh, hot rage unfurls in my chest. My pulse hammers in my throat, a violent, living thing. "Well, they can go

exhales heavily, as though my words

fuck