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.

doesn't value his own life because he stumbles closer, eyes darting between us. His gaze lands on me-specifically, on

I feel it.

As if he's trying to piece together a

in front of me without hesitation, blocking me completely. His snarl deepens, the shift fighting to the

tense forearm. His veins

he's about five seconds from being

to offend,” he stammers, stumbling back two steps. His eyes stay locked on Enoch, but he

Enoch's whole body tightens.

I know that look.

from behind Enoch and yanking the shirt down again. Congratulations, you cracked the case. You get a gold fucking star. Now

His mouth flaps.

No words come out.

Good.

"Before he stops pretending he's tame.” The man hesitates,

him the chance to pick

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

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cave wall to stay upright, breathing hard, shivering from the cold now that the adrenaline's draining. Enoch's still vibrating

looks at me weird," I mutter, wrapping the blanket tighter around myself. "Tempting, I know. But

head whips toward me, green eyes

his eyes slowly flickering back to forest green after his wolf

out for control.

yeah." I roll my eyes but my chest tightens anyway. "I'm very

the

sweaty and damp, his breathing is hot

him in waves so

like that," he mutters against my lips, voice

"Except you?"

mouth tips into a dark

"Come on, your Highness. Before you add a

flexing his fists as though

soaked clothes back on, grimacing-and trudge

a goddamn trek

bags I bullied him into buying earlier. The man Tooks like a damn Viking, dripping wet, hauling armfuls of ridiculous

scarves,

and a/suspiciously pink

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

like he's

down with bags-and drags a hand

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

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big, toothy grin. "Call it

The Charity

is a day from now and I have taken the lead as I have told those officers back on the conference meeting. All hands I know are on

would handle everything from planning, to food, down to the tiniest decoration, I definitely would not have showed off

glares at me, looking down at the stuff on my hands. "You bought

In the rain?"

chirp, nudging a soaked shopping bag at him. It sloshes

groans as though he's dying inside but takes

shoves it all on the couch.

in backup for you," I look back at Jacob

You'll need her help