Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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Chapter 48

Chapter 48

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I swear, if one more person looks at me like I'm a fucking wounded puppy, I'm throwing myself into the damn washtub.

The laundry room smells like damp fabric and cheap detergent, the kind that burns my nose if I inhale too hard. The pile of dirty clothes in front of me is a towering mess of sweat, musk, and poor life choices. I scrub at a shirt so aggressively that my knuckles sting against the washboard, the pain grounding me more than anything else has today.

The pity stares are unbearable. I can feel them drilling into my back, my arms, my still-bandaged hands. Whispered voices scrape at the edges of my patience.

"I heard she's the Omega that was kidnapped."

"She shouldn't even be working yet."

"Did you see her face? Looks like someone dragged her through hell."

They aren't wrong. I did go through hell. And apparently, I came back wearing a

big neon sign that says kick me while I'm down.

Whatever. I don't need their sympathy, and I sure as shit don't need their judgment.

I finish the last of the washing, wringing out a towel so hard I half expect it to snap. As soon as I hang it up, I'm out of there, peeling off the suffocating attention like an itchy sweater. My muscles ache, a dull reminder that I shouldn't be doing this much yet.

Dr. Lisa told me to check in whenever I could, and now seems as good a time as any before the other maids gets another bright idea to send me on some impossible chore.

By the time I reach my room, I'm already mentally preparing myself for the walk to the infirmary. But when I push the door open, I'm met with something unexpected-Enoch is standing near the window. He's not reading as he usually

does.

His book is abandoned on the table, his dark eyes already locked onto mine as if he knew I was coming. He steps forward, closing the distance between us, and without a single word, I know exactly what he's about to do.

"No," I deadpan, already exhausted.

His jaw tightens. Yes.

"No."

He lifts his chin slightly, the stubborn gleam in his gaze making it clear that I have about five seconds to either accept this or be bodily dragged there.

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Fine. Whatever. But you're not carrying me or some macho shit like that."

His lips twitch like he wants to smirk. I pretend not to notice.

As I move past him, I reach up and pat his head. "Good boy."

His brows shoot up, but I don't stick around to see his reaction. I'm already walking out the door, and to his credit, he follows without question.

The halls are their usual dreary self-gray stone, flickering torches, the occasional pair of judgmental eyes staring at us. Enoch's presence alone makes people uneasy. He walks with a slow, purposeful stride, a kind of predatory gra people instinctively step out of his way. Must be nice.

We round a corner, and that's when I see her.

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Seraphina.

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She's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her expression carefully neutral. But there's something in her eyes, something hesitant, like she actually has to work up the courage to talk to me.

Enoch doesn't hesitate-bis growl is low and immediate, vibrating through the hallway like a warning bell. He knows.

Seraphina stiffens but doesn't back away. "Can I talk to you?" she asks, her voice softer than usual. "Alone."

I glance at Enoch. His shoulders are tense, his body radiating barely restrained aggression. He looks as thugh he wants to rip her throat out, and honestly, I'd probably let him if I weren't so damn tired.

"It's fine," I say, waving him off. "Give us a minute."

He doesn't move.

tilt my head.

steps away, though not far

her weight from foot to

she blurts out. "When you went

at her. That

gaze. "I knew where you were. Or at least-I knew you hadn't just run away. I saw you being taken, and I

laugh escapes me. "That's what this was about? Your fucking

snap to mine, and for the first time, I

she admits. "And I-"

say anything. I simply... stare at her,

supposed

her. And I

I also don't have the energy to carry

down my face. "Fine. Apology accepted. But

I want anything to do with

shoulders sag slightly, like she was expecting that. "Fair

and walk away

watching me carefully. I don't say anything, just nod toward the hallway. "Come on." We make it

I swear, if you

fine," I

gestures for me to sit while she carefully removes the bandages. The

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but no longer the shredded

hums in approval.

her eyes slide

He stiffens

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Which means, by all logic, your memories

Silence.

remains blank, his body

but her eyes narrow slightly.

And so do L

The silence stretches.

presence of its

something unseen

question lingers in the air like

ask

just sits

the slow tick of the infirmary's shitty clock over the

His expression is unreadable-stone-cold, carefully crafted. But his fingers twitch

Then, finally-

"No."

word. Quiet, but

relief loosening

then shakes her head, like she's trying to push away the doubt creeping in.

medical bullshit under her breath, already dismissing it as nothing. And just like that, the tension evaporates,

Not for me, though.

something about

won't meet my

He's lying.

buried deep beneath my skin. The way he' second too long before answering. The way

' himself just a

cost him

half-assed instructions and waves us

thing in her day. I barely

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too

door clicking shot

empty. It's just us.

doesn't say anything. Neither

without warning. I grab his

an answer. I

He follows. No hesitation.

border is long, but we don't talk. I'm too