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.

hiss when his hand slips down a little

his mouth onto my ear that my entire body freezes

swear to the moon goddess, if he

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

hip

Imperial guards. That day we ran for our lives. I still remember the look on your face when you

should've," he says

ignore the jab and grab his hand. "Come

And then I run.

doesn't hesitate. The bastard actually laughs-a low, amused rumble I haven't heard since

rush between stalls, boots skidding over the gravel, past lanterns swinging in the breeze, spices flying in

behind us. Well, back then they were chasing us as suspects. Right now, they're chasing us like babysitters who

fugitives again," I say dramatically, heaving breaths as I keep dragging him into a

growls, but he doesn't sound mad. He sounds high on this.

behind a huge stall owned by a massive old lady who's so busy yelling at someone about expired/dates on pickled eggs she

up at him. He's

that makes me forget how badly he can fuck

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insane,"

his lips against my ear. "So's

Fuck.

vendor next to us catches sight of us

breath. The sky's turning grey

eventually, more laughing-full-on, breathless, forehead-touching, can't-breathe laughing. I

quieter side of the market, still panting, flushed from the

take long before a voice

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 beauty like you, the

finally register what he said and a smile breaks out of my Hips. "Aw,

the silence of the alley and glance back at Enoch who's now on his full height. A murderous look plastered on his face., This idiot,

need discounts," he says, stepping forward like a mafia

price." He mutters, taking out a bunch of gold coins in his

if he keeps doing

I don't rip your fucking

Jesus Christ.

fire as I yank Enoch away. "He has rabies. We're

spot as Enoch won't

It's like babysitting a King.

grumbling. I catch phrases like "fucking perv" and "my Omega" as we walk, and I nearly trip from

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