Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 46

Chapter 46

Chapter 46

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Pain is a funny thing.

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You'd think after years of enduring it, you'd grow numb. That eventually, your body would stop responding to it, that the nerves would just call it quits. But no, pain is a stubborn bitch. It latches on, digs its claws in, makes itself at home.

I think I've been here for hours. Maybe days. The darkness makes time feel like a living, breathing thing, shifting and stretching until it's meaningless.

Every inch of me is screaming. My wrists are raw, the skin split open where the rough restraints have rubbed them down to nearly nothing.

Blood has dried, crusting over the wounds, but every small movement sends a fresh ripple of agony up my arms.

My shoulders ache from being yanked back for too long, the unnatural angle straining muscles that have already been through too much.

The cold stone beneath me does nothing to soothe the bruises mottling my skin. If anything, it makes it worse. The damp chill has settled deep into my bones, a cruel reminder that I am well and truly trapped.

The scent of blood is thick in the air, metallic and nauseating. Some of it is mine. Some of it... isn't. I don't have the luxury of looking to confirm.

My vision swims in and out, black spots dotting my periphery, like my body is one wrong breath away from shutting down completely.

I try to move, to shift even a little, but my limbs refuse to cooperate. It's like they've already given up before I have.

I swallow back the dryness in my throat, but it doesn't help. My mouth is pasty, my

tongue heavy like cotton in my mouth. I don't know how long I've been here.

Minutes. Hours. Days. Time stopped making sense after the first hit.

I squeeze my eyes shut. My ribs ache with every shallow breath.

I don't know how much more I can take.

And worse-no one's coming.

Seraphina. I thought she would help. I thought she would tell someone, that she'd

be my one slim fucking chance of getting out of here. But that hope is dead, and its corpse rots inside me.

Because I know the truth.

No one is coming.

My lips tremble, but I bite down hard to stop it. I won't cry. Not again.

The thought is short-lived. Even in my half-conscious state, I know better. Seraphina? Helping me? She'd sooner swallow glass.

The only thing that's coming for me is more pain, and that's if they decide I'm still worth the effort.

I choke out a laugh, but it's dry, hollow. Useless. Like me.

No one's coming.

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That reality sinks in, wrapping its icy fingers around my throat. My chest tightens, breath hitching, but I don't have the energy to panic. It takes effort to be afraid, and I don't have any left.

I don't even flinch when the sound reaches me.

That growl.

I know it.

A new kind of terror prickles at my skin, chasing the cold away. My heart thunders against my ribs as my body fights to keep up with the sudden burst of adrenaline.

It hurts. Fuck, it hurts. But I push myself up, or at least, I try. My muscles scream,

roll onto my

Then-

The door explodes.

opens. Not breaks. Fucking

force shakes the entire room, dust and debris choking the

through the chaos-through

Enoch.

up in this hell, I don't feel like I'm

burn through the dust, dark and furious, locked onto me like

is wild, his face twisted into something primal, dangerous. He looks... wrong. Not because he's hurt-though he

And his gaze.

not the lost, confused stare of

It's something else.

Something ancient.

Something deadly.

me to run. To get away. But all I feel

open.

He came for me.

since they dragged me down here, I let out a

"Enoch."

steps forward, his body coiled so tight I swear the air crackles around him. The growl is still in his throat, a rolling, guttural warning meant for whoever dared touch

time to process what that means before he

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large hands cupping my face with a gentleness that doesn't match the destruction he just left in his wake. His touch burns, radiating heat,

at me. His fingers ghost over my cheek, down my throat, hesitating at my torn wrists. Something dark flickers in his gaze, his jaw clenching so hard I hear his

voice is raw, Guttural. Barely

my head. My throat is too dry for words,

against my skin. And then, just as suddenly, he yanks me forward, his warmth swallowing me whole as he pulls me into his

I don't fight it.

1 collapse into him.

It's safe. It's the only thing tethering me to this moment, stopping the darkness

cracks.

cuts me off with a low, rumbling sound deep in

"Mine."

a question. Not a statement, either. It's a

cry.

And I-

him hold

For now.

whatever storm he's about to

to watch it

didn't take

stiffen when they see Enoch. "It's him! The Alpha King! G-get him!" They refer to the man... The one I'm sure

a prayer-before he lunges for a weapon and the other

That's his first mistake.

One second, he's

"Agh!"

sound-God-the sound of flesh being ripped open, of

man barely has time to react before Enoch is on him, claws slicing through his throat in one clean motion. Blood sprays, hot and sticky, splattering across the concrete floor like a

Enoch catches him mid-step, grabbing the back of his head and slamming it into the steel table so hard the surface dents. He doesn't stop. He

mangled,

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unrecognizable mess.

Holy shit.

breathe. I can't

revenge. This

This is a massacre.

the way

is a weapon,

don't know how long it lasts-seconds,

falls, gurgling on his own blood,