Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

CHAPTER 109

He's sulking.

The big bad Lycan King. Forest green eyes, royalty-level ego, and the capacity to decapitate a man with one flick of his wrist.

And he's fucking sulking.

"Do you have to walk like that?" I say, tossing him a sideways glare. "You're not sneaking into war. You're going to a market, Enoch. Relax your shoulders before your veins burst and someone calls the medics."

Behind us, two guards trail like shadows, stone-faced and all rigid. The third one trips on a cobblestone because I might've looked back and smiled. Oops.

"I don't like people looking at you."

He says it like that, dead serious. As if we didn't just bribe a palace doctor so I could walk in here high as a kite post-coma.

I roll my eyes. "I'm not wearing a bikini, you overgrown psychopath. It's literally a cardigan and jeans."

"You look good in cardigans," he mutters as if it's a goddamn death sentence. Oh my fucking God.

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"You've seen me half-dead, crying, covered in forest grime and your blood, and this is what makes you... possessive?" I deadpan, ducking past a stall with dried herbs. Cardigans?"

He shrugs. "Makes your ass look biteable." he turns to me whp's standing a few inches by his side, a smirk edging to slip out of his lips.

There it is. My brain actually short-circuits. Heat floods my cheeks and I bite my tongue to stop myself from squealing. This is so like teenager that just got her first crush behavior, Taryn, what are you on to?

I smack his arm, but his smug grin only stretches wider, like the beast is finally getting his afternoon entertainment. "Do not sexualize autumn wear. What did sweaters ever do to you?"

"They hid you from me, baby, Traitors."

I bite the smile threatening to slip out of my lips. Asshat.

The market's alive. Bustling and warm. It's a weird contrast to the cold iron tension that's been clinging to us for the past-what, weeks now?

But here, under the open sky, with the scent of grilled meat mixing with dried citrus and burnt sugar, it almost feels normal. Like we're just two people. Not a betrayed king and a girl who accidentally (maybe) almost published his biggest secret. There's no

tension.

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This was the same thing we did back then when Ser and I planned the ball in Riversrtone Pack. When we were off to get some materials. A smile plays on my lips. We stroll past a spice stall, and Enoch's hand finds my waist like he owns the entire section of air around me. People whisper, of course they do. The guards behind us aren't exactly subtle. But no one really knows who he is. That's the fun part.

his hand slips

my ear that my entire body freezes up. "I

the moon goddess, if he

quick idea pops in my head. The entire reason I brought him here was for him to remember those days. When he had amnesia, when I was

clenching my hip with

ran for our lives. I still remember the look on your face when you realized you were faster than me but still didn't leave me, you know, for that

he says

the jab and

And then I run.

low, amused rumble I haven't heard since before the betrayal,

rush between stalls, boots skidding over the gravel, past lanterns swinging in the breeze, spices flying in the air as vendors shout behind

then they were chasing us as suspects. Right now, they're chasing us

Omega are fugitives again," I say dramatically,

ass is gonna get us caught," Enoch growls, but he doesn't sound mad. He sounds high on this. Just

massive old lady who's so busy yelling at someone about expired/dates on pickled eggs she doesn't

up at him. He's panting.

the kind of smile that makes me forget how

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insane," I

my ear. "So's

Fuck.

catches sight of us

and bolt again. Losing my breath. The sky's turning grey indicating the massive

can't-breathe laughing. I clench his hand in mine, and

of the market, still panting, flushed from the

long before a voice

guy with too much gel in his hair leans over his stall and says to me, You're the prettiest girl I've seen all day. Take a discount, love. For a

Twice. Before I finally register what he said and a smile breaks out

Enoch who's now on his full height.

need discounts," he says, stepping forward like a

squeaks. Enoch raises his brows, "You know whar? Triple. Everything for triple the price." He mutters, taking out

gonna get robbed if he

snarls. "You're lucky I don't rip your fucking throat out and hang it beside

Jesus Christ.

as I yank Enoch away.

on the spot as Enoch won't stop staring at

away. This so freaking immature. It's like babysitting

like "fucking perv" and "my Omega" as

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