Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 40

Chapter 40

Enoch is sprawled across my chest like a particularly heavy blanket, his face buried in the crook of my neck, his dow berabe warming my skin. His arms have me locked in place, and judging by the way he tenses at even the smallest sound, he's not fully asleep-he never really is.

I brush my fingers through his tangled dark hair, a useless attempt at soothing him, knowing damn well he'll wake up in tem minutes tops, muscles coiled like a spring, eyes darting for threats that aren't there.

He's been here long enough to know this house is safe-or, well, as safe as it gets when you're harboring an amnesiac Lacas King who probably has an army looking for him. But the paranoia runs deep, a survival instinct that won't let him go

His grip tightens when I shift beneath him. A low growl vibrates against my collarbone.

"Relax, big guy," I whisper, easing his fingers off me. "I'm just getting up."

Another growl, softer this time, then he finally releases me.

I slip out from under him, carefully lowering his arm onto the bed before tiptoeing toward the back door

A smart person would stay inside, enjoy the quiet, maybe even try to get some sleep. But curiosity has been the death of many, and I, unfortunately, am not immune to its

grasp.

This is a stupid idea.

The night air is sharp, biting at my exposed skin as I step outside. The packhouse is silent, the kind of silence that thickens the air, makes every tiny noise sound louder than it should be.

A breeze brushes past, rustling the trees. The smell of damp earth and old blood lingers in the air. I take another step, boots crunching against the dirt.

I don't know why I do this to myself-why I feel the need to visit the exact place I almost got torn apart by rogue as if I was some kind of self-destructive idiot. Maybe I just want to prove to myself that I can. Maybe I need to know if I imagined the whole thing.

The laundry area is exactly as I remember it. The rusted metal sink, the stacks of folded sheets that somehow still smell like soap despite being exposed to the elements. Nothing out of place. Nothing lurking in the shadows.

I exhale a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

A bush rustles to my right.

Every muscle in my body goes rigid.

I turn, breath caught in my throat, fingers curling into fists.

Something moves.

My heart slams against my ribs as I inch closer. A shadow shifts behind the leaves. I brace myself, legs tensed, ready to fight or run. I know I should walk

away. I know better than this. But knowing and doing are two different things, and before I can stop myself, I'm peering over the edge of the shrubs.

Then-

A fucking raccoon scurries out, pausing just long enough to shoot me a

judgmental look before waddling off into the

darkness.

I release a breathy laugh, sagging in relief. "You little shit," I mutter, shaking my head.

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The relief lasts exactly two seconds.

Because the moment I turn around, an arm snakes around my waist, yanking me backward. A rough hand clamps over my mouth before I can scream.

I go rigid, my scream caught in my throat.

"Don't move. Don't scream. Don't look." A deep voice murmurs against my ear,

the words barely more than a whisper, but they might as well be gunshots for how hard my body locks up.

My blood turns to ice.

“Listen carefully," the voice continues, his grip tightening. “Release him. Send him back to the wild where he belongs. Or you'll pay the cost of saving him-and it won't be cheap,"

A second voice, this one a woman's, soft but sharp, like a blade wrapped in silk.

My breath stutters. I twist in their hold, trying to get a look at them, but the man jerks me back.

"I said don't look."

I grind my teeth, adrenaline surging, and wrench myself free with a force that surprises even me. My body whirls, fists clenched, ready to fight-

But they're already gone.

The shadows stretch long and empty. The forest beyond is eerily still, untouched.

thrums in my

there for what feels like an eternity, waiting, listening. But there's nothing. Just me

Fuck.

sign that anyone was ever

Just me.

Alone.

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I don't sleep.

for

is eating itself alive, replaying those whispered words on a loop. I'm sure they mean Enoch, but what

morning, he's gone

I drag myself to the kitchen and start preparing food for his training, my hands working on

the hell were

fuck did they know

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through an apple, the knife pressing too hard against the wood, 1 exude dowly, trying tw myself. Now's not the time to spiral. Not when I have a brooding Lycan

a tray of food, I'm still distracted. So much so that

up. Since when did that start

The

all given strict instructions not to treat me

feels weird. Two weeks ago, they wouldn't have spit on me if I was on fire. Now they treat me like I matter, thanks to the Alpha's

course, doesn't sit

hope you're not getting too comfortable, Omega," she purrs, blocking my path. She flicks

can

you're safe in the pack, and the

tray to one hand. "Real

being subtle?" She leans in, dipping into something silkier, more

My stomach twists.

My blood turns ice-cold.

Those words-

same fucking words

into something neutral, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. Seraphina's a lot

Right?

No. Not a chance.

carefully, searching for any sign of deception, any hint that she knows exactly

her without another word, pushing down the unease clawing

breathe until I'm back in my

Then I stop short.

My door.

dagger-rusted, old-nailed straight through

dangles from it, ink

uneven letters."

what does not belong to

rips down

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I don't move.

I don't breathe.

just stare, heart hammering,

they're talking

Someone wants me gone.

I'm starting to think they

89%

I even register what I'm doing. My

since last night detonates. My breaths come sharp, uneven. The room feels smaller. The walls closer. My heartbeat thunders against my ribs, too

It's fine. It's fine.

I just need to-

arms wrap around

Enoch.

out of

weight grounding. He doesn't speak,

around me like he's holding me

of my head, silent, questioning.

Shit.

The paper.

Enoch is faster. The note

before I can blink.

"Enoch, don't-"

eyes scan

His face is unreadable.

goddamn word, he strides to the

flames, and watches it

My stomach twists.

He fucking

doesn't say

to give me something. A reaction.

clue as to what the hell

Nothing.