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..

that's what

me. The asshole

my breath. "The bastard fucking

about to get smacked so

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

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

didn't take long before the other guy beside him takes a second look at me before

What, what is it?

wanna lose my head." He murmurs and my brows propped up. The King's woman? That's new, but

he bows so fast his neck might crack. "Yes, my Lady, but he's currently in

I've already pushed

legs aren't working right. This is worse than when Zoe spiked my lemonade in the Luau in

tunnel vision now. I want

that'll

Cute.

door I barrel into is wide and polished and smells expensive. It's massive. Mahogany, gold handles, sealed

But I don't.

shred of fucks I had to give. "...and as for

The voice cuts off.

Dozens of heads swivel.

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room goes dead

brain registers the crown emblem on a parchment, the awkward

at the head of the

Him.

Enoch.

up, expression unreadable-until his eyes meet mine. Everyone's staring at

No shame. I look like I just crawled out of a psych ward and then crash-landed

Someone coughs.

"What in the goddess's name-"A

I look where it

ticks. His eyes

not letting

I say, stabbing my finger toward him. "Did you drug

Silence.

brow. The corners of his lips

he thinks

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is holy, if I find out you

veins-"

gasps. Someone else chokes on their

accusingly like an unhinged lunatic.

amused as hell, arms folding as

is some kind of

"Baby, come here."

corner huffs. "This is

"I said, come here."

Fuck.

hangs in the air like smoke. Some of them eye me like I'm a fucking striptease. I hear someone

trying to strip the damn monarchy, relax," I mutter, dragging my half-dead body forward. "He drugged me.

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