Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 47

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

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Everything fucking hurts.

Like, everything.

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If I didn't already feel like death warmed over, Enoch carrying me as though I am some fragile damsel would've been my last straw. But honestly? I don't have the energy to argue.

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My body is a mess of bruises, my ribs feel like someone took a sledgehammer to them, and I'm pretty sure my ankle is just there for decoration at this point.

Still, I'm not entirely useless. I tighten my grip around his neck, ignoring the way my fingers tremble, and mutter, "You're bleeding."

Enoch doesn't answer. His jaw is locked so tight I swear I hear his teeth creak. His face is a storm cloud of fury, those crimson eyes burning as he scans our surroundings as if he's expecting an ambush at any second. He's probably right.

Behind us, Kallias moves like a shadow-silent, lethal, and honestly a little terrifying. He's quick with a knife, even quicker with his fists, and he doesn't hesitate when he slits a guard's throat so fast the guy doesn't even get the chance to scream.

I should probably be unnerved by that. But after everything? The only thing I feel is grim satisfaction.

The air shifts as we burst through the dungeon's exit, and-holy shit-fresh air.

It slams into me like a slap, crisp and cold and biting, and my lungs suck it in greedily. I didn't realize how much I missed the sky until now. The forest stretches ahead, bathed in silver moonlight, the trees swaying in the wind like they're whispering secrets.

We're free.

For now.

A shiver wracks my body, but it's not from the cold. Enoch must notice because his arms tighten around me, his warmth bleeding into my frozen skin. His scent is everywhere-woodsmoke and something wild, something him. It's grounding. Comforting in a way I don't want to unpack right now.

"Almost... safe," he murmurs, his voice rough and barely strung together. He's getting better with words, but it's clear speaking in full sentences still takes effort.

Kallias pauses up ahead, scanning the path. "Coast is clear," he mutters, but he doesn't relax. None of us do.

My heartbeat pounds in my ears as Enoch strides forward, hie moves with a purpose yet still careful, treating me as if I might shatter if he's not gentle. I hate that. I hate feeling weak. But I bite my tongue because I know if I open my mouth right now, it's just going to be a whole lot of exhausted, delirious bitching.

Branches snap underfoot. Shadows shift between the trees. Every sound is a possible threat, every rustling leaf another reminder that we're not out of this yet. Then Enoch stops.

His entire body goes rigid, a low growl curling from his throat.

I feel it vibrate against my side, and I don't know what the hell he senses, but his grip on me tightens almost painfi breathing slows, controlled and dangerous, and when he finally speaks, his voice is nothing more than a low, deadly promise.

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"No more... running."

the way he says it. Though he's

we need to run. That I'm not in the mood for some alpha male, "I'll protect

He means it.

And I believe him.

something both terrifying and relieving. Because if there's one thing I've learned about Enoch, it's that when he sets his

one-is going to stop

up to the scent of clean linen and something distinctly... masculine. Earthy, like pine and smoke, with a

Enoch.

is. Sitting in a chair by my bed, broad shoulders hunched, arms crossed over his chest, head tipped forward in exhausted defeat. His dark hair falls messily over his

takes me a second to remember-being dragged back to the pack, Kallias standing there like a fucking statue while I bled out on the ground, Seraphina watching with that smug, self-satisfied expression. And then

1. me.

I never thought I'd miss. The blankets are soft, wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth, and for

through every nerve, and oh yeah. Torture.

little adventure that was

and I turn my head-slowly, because my

Enoch.

could

is dry as hell, but I manage to

process the insult. Then he exhales through his nose, and-oh my god-was that a

maybe more of a huff. But still.

reaches forward, hesitant, almost unsure, before he brushes a strand of hair from my face. His fingers are rough, calloused, but he's so gentle it makes my breath hitch. Something about it-about him-makes my chest feel

mouth, ready to say something stupid to break

this...

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barely a whisper, but it

Not exactly. But there's

he's planning? It's going to

And honestly?

I'm okay with

lodges itself in

move to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through my ribs, stopping me cold. My breath hisses between my teeth. Enoch's head

voice is rough,

"No," I lie. Badly.

me out on it, but his hands are already reaching, brushing the blanket aside, checking my bandages. The

skates over my wrist where bruises bloom

in

I don't need to. He

they want to

time, but laced

swallow, looking away. "It doesn't

Wrong thing to say.

cruel, not meant to hurt, but firm. Unyielding. His eyes- those damn eyes-are molten, burning

over

But something in me-the stupid, reckless, self-destructive part-wants to see what he'd do if I didn't stop him.

A King.

thought sends a shiver down

sense it, because his hold on my chin loosens,

there. His thumb skims

this time. "You

Safe.

something inside me. A slow, bitter smile