Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

CHAPTER 112

The sound crunches again.

Low, deliberate, and definitely fucking there.

I grip Enoch's arm because if I don't, I'm ninety-nine percent sure he's about to tear into whoever is stupid enough to be lurking outside after we just... yeah, you know, cave shit.

I'm also partly annoyed someone interrupted us. That should be illegal.

He yanks the damp blanket around my shoulders tighter and shoves me slightly behind him, like I'm some sort of delicate fucking flower. Which-fine, I'm still recovering from being railed into the floor, but goddamn, I can walk. Barely.

My bare toes curl against the cold cave floor when Enoch moves forward, slow and stalking. His wet jeans hang low enough that if he breathes wrong, I'll get another eyeful. His forest green eyes are already glowing-sharp, dangerous, feral for whoever pitiful thing it is that decided it's okay to disturb us.

Another crunch.

Closer.

I hold my breath as a figure stumbles into view.

"Oh, what the actual fuck," I mutter, shoving Enoch's giant shirt down my thighs uselessly. It barely covers anything.

It's him.

The lunatic from the market.

The one who followed us so many months back then when we were first eer in the market. The stalker. The one Enoch almost ripped apart for staring too long.

He looks even more strung out now. Hair a greasy mess, jacket half hanging off his shoulders, eyes wide as if he's cracked open some government conspiracy in his goddamn backyard. Or he's just cracked.

"I was right," he says, pointing a shaky finger at Enoch. His voice is high and breathless, as though he sprinted the whole way here fueled on straight-up delusion. "I knew it. Alpha King. The rumors. It's you-it's fucking you!"

I blink.

Then snort.

Because really?

That's the emergency?

Successfully unlocked!

I glance at Enoch, half-expecting him to chill now that it's clear it's just an

overexcited dumbass and not a legitimate threat.

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The growl ripping from Enoch's chest is loud enough to make the ground tremble under my

feet. Enoch drags him by his collar before shoving him on the sharp cave

walls.

"Easy," I say quickly, grabbing his wrist. His skin is hot. His breathing's gone tight and shallow, the way it gets right before he loses it.

1 turn to the man, he's still smiling. Seriously? He's mad stupid.

eyes darting between us. His gaze

I feel it.

if he's trying to piece together a puzzle I don't want

me completely.

him, dragging my hand down his tense forearm. His veins pop

about five seconds from being turned into a

stammers, stumbling back two steps. His eyes stay locked on Enoch, but he keeps sneaking glances at me like he

Enoch's whole body tightens.

I know that look.

Enoch and yanking the shirt down again. Congratulations, you cracked the case. You get a gold

His mouth flaps.

No words come out.

Good.

my thumb toward the woods. "Before he stops pretending he's tame.” The man hesitates, obviously weighing

don't give him the chance to pick

the guy bolts so fast I almost eat shit laughing." Well..."

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upright, breathing hard, shivering from the cold now that the adrenaline's draining. Enoch's still vibrating with rage,

weird," I mutter, wrapping the blanket tighter around

whips toward me, green eyes

flickering back to forest green after

out for control.

but my chest tightens anyway. "I'm very aware,

grabs the back of my neck, and drags my forehead against

skin is sweaty and damp, his breathing is

possessiveness rolls off him in waves so thick I could drown in

like that," he mutters against my

"Except you?"

tips into a dark grin.

Before you add a murder

his fists as though it physically

soaked clothes back on, grimacing-and trudge out of the cave

a goddamn trek

carrying half the bags I bullied him into buying earlier. The man Tooks

scarves,

a/suspiciously pink umbrella I swear he picked

drag ourselves into the castle courtyard, the sky's already bleeding

steps, arms crossed, looking like he's aged

takes one look at us-wet, disheveled, loaded down with bags-and drags a

voice bone-dry. "But seriously? You're supposed to be

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big, toothy

The Charity

I have taken the lead as I have told those officers back on the conference meeting. All

i would handle everything from planning, to food, down to the tiniest decoration, I definitely would not

at me, looking down at the stuff on my

In the rain?"

shopping bag at him. It sloshes wetly." Here,

he's dying inside but takes the bags off of mine anyway.

just shoves it all on

I called in backup for you,"

help setting up the