Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 107

Chapter 107

My eyes crack open to cold fingers pressing against my skin.

No, not cold. Wet.

Someone's wiping my thigh.

My lashes flutter open. Everything's too white. The ceiling blurs before it snaps into focus-gold moldings, high walls, steril and silent.

I jolt, or at least try to, but my limbs are jelly. Disconnected and floppy like I got hit by a truck made of regret.

There's a dull throb at the base of my skull, pounding in rhythm with my heartbeat. I blink up into the dim gold light bleeding through the windows and-

"Oh-fuck."

I'm not dreaming. There are actual maids hovering over me. Dabbing my forehead and arms with damp towels like I'm some feverish princess instead of the walking crime scene I feel like.

"What-what the hell is happening?" My voice sounds like I've been gargling sandpaper.

One of them gasps and fumbles the towel like I just came back from the dead. Maybe I did. Another maid mutters something in a rush-something about a sedative, fainting spell, exhaustion. None of it lands. All I hear is static. "Miss- please don't move-"

I shove the towel away, chest heaving. "Why the hell are you bathing me like I'm a damn

corpse?"

The maid flinches, towel clutched in her hands like a goddamn weapon. "Hi sMajesty-his majesty ordered for you to

It slams into me like a train.

Brooke.

The stairs. Her scream. Her blood. My shaking hands.

My breath cuts out. I can still feel her collar in my grip. The way her feet dangled before she slipped.

I sit up too fast. The world spins on its axis and I sway, gripping the edge of the mattress like it might stop me from hurling. "Where is he?" I croak.

The maids exchange panicked glances.

I throw the blanket off. My feet hit the floor with a hard slap. "Where's Enoch?" "Miss, please, you shouldn't move-"

"Fuck that." I swipe their hands away, more flailing than anything else, but it does the job. I stagger to my feet in my oversized T-shirt and shorts, legs wobbly like a newborn deer on a sugar crash.

The maid tries to stop me, but she's barely five feet and trembling. She's not holding me back. I rip my arm away like her fingers burned me. "I said where the fuck is he?"

"You need rest-

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I don't need shit. I need to know what the hell he did to Brooke. If he snapped her neck like I was about to. If I've got blond

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on my hands or if he cleaned it up for me. I need answers, and I need them now.

I stagger toward the door, legs wobbly like I've been doing tequila shots since dawn. The whole hallway tilts as I push it open, stumbling like some drunk idiot, grabbing the wall for support.

1. Need. Enoch..

what

me. The

drugged me," I mutter under my breath.

about to get smacked so hard his damn wolf will feel it

here?" I bark at the guard outside the door. My voice doesn't even sound like mine. It's raspy. Ragged.

a half-dead Omega to storm the palace halls barefoot and looking

are you? You can't enter." The pack warrior mutters. I didn't take long before the other guy beside him takes

What, what is it?

head." He murmurs and my brows propped up. The King's woman?

His face pales, then he bows so fast his neck might crack. "Yes,

I've already

when

vision now. I want answers, and I want

thinks that'll stop

Cute.

wide and polished and smells expensive. It's massive. Mahogany, gold handles, sealed tight.

But I don't.

because I'm still kinda drunk on sedative and grief and fury, and I've lost the last shred of fucks I had to give. "...and as for the reinforcements being sent

The voice cuts off.

Dozens of heads swivel.

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room goes dead

curved conference table. My brain registers the crown emblem on a parchment, the awkward silence, the way one old guy's monocle nearly falls off his wrinkly

the head of the

Him.

Enoch.

in a tailored black shirt, sleeves rolled up,

in a thin satin nightgown. Hair a fucking mess. No shoes. No shame. I look like I just crawled out of a psych ward and

Someone coughs.

goddess's name-"A low growl

could continue and I look where

jaw ticks. His eyes lock

not letting him look

my finger toward

Silence.

The

thinks

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if I

veins-"

Someone

flinch. I just point at him accusingly like an unhinged lunatic. "You sedated me, didn't

back in his chair, amused as hell, arms folding as he

hand like this is some kind of Netflix special

"Baby, come here."

bastard near the corner

"I said, come here."

Fuck.

feet move before my brain catches up. I wobble around the table like a sleep- deprived zombie. Everyone's watching. Their disgust hangs in the air like smoke.

relax," I mutter, dragging my half-dead body forward.

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