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.

weird to my chest. I chalk it up to

need a doctor, Enoch," I argue,

His grip tightens. "No."

insistent this time, more... desperate. His

idea of me leaving is physically

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

or white coats or whatever the

low and pained, but his

"You" he breathes, "Enough."

My throat goes dry,

Oh,

the first time, I see it. The barest flicker of

Lycan

is changing,

like a 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 much free

in my throat when he tugs me again, this time harder, until I stumble forward, right into the heat of

my wrist,

don't just stumble. I crash, landing half on top of him, my palm splaying against his bare chest for balance. Heat radiates off him in waves,

his eyes, hazy but intent, watching

slams against my ribs, a reckless thing, and

groan. "You're a

eyes flutter closed. His breathing evens out, but his arm me close, locking me

n't loosen. He holds

away. I should argue, tell him

there's something desperate in the way he's holding me,

just for a

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let myself sink into

myself be

chest should

he's half a furnace, radiating

into my skin, grounding me, lulling

slow, rhythmic, tickling the

he's asleep if he didn't suddenly

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

his voice barely above a growl.

creeps up my

except the rustling leaves outside, the occasional howl in

hears something else. Something I

damp hair, the strands

the inside out. "What do

his voice is eerily clear when he

body goes

foul. Then he repeats it, verbatim, tone flat, disinterested. "The Omega whored her way into his

jaw unhinges. The fuck did he

Enoch groans, his arms tightening around my waist as

his pillow out from under him.

against my

"More."

More what? More fucking slander?" I seethe, hands

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

a sharp, humorless laugh.

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

hammers in my throat, a violent, living thing. "Well, they can

as though my words satisfy

fuck