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.

own life because he stumbles closer, eyes darting between

I feel it.

under my skin. As if he's trying to piece together

hesitation, blocking me completely.

hand down his tense forearm. His veins pop

finally seems to realize he's about five seconds from being turned into a

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

Enoch's whole body tightens.

I know that look.

make me mop up guts from the cave floor. "Hey," I snap, stepping out from behind Enoch and yanking the shirt down again. Congratulations, you cracked the case. You get a gold fucking star. Now fuck off before the King here peels

His mouth flaps.

No words come out.

Good.

thumb toward the woods. "Before he stops

him the chance to

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now that the adrenaline's draining. Enoch's still vibrating with rage, his fists

at me weird," I mutter, wrapping the blanket tighter around

whips toward me,

he growls, his eyes slowly flickering back to forest green

out for control.

I roll my eyes but my chest

the back of

damp, his breathing is

possessiveness rolls off him in waves

he mutters against my lips, voice low and rough and way

"Except you?"

tips into a dark grin. “Especially

him half-heartedly. "Come on, your Highness. Before you add a murder charge to your

fists as though it physically pains

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

trek back to

The man Tooks

scarves,

trinkets for the ball, and a/suspiciously pink umbrella I swear

we drag ourselves into the castle courtyard, the sky's

looking like he's aged ten years

disheveled, loaded down with

fucking ask," he says, voice bone-dry. "But seriously? You're supposed to be preparing for a formal ball. Not...whatever the

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big, toothy grin. "Call it

The Charity

told those officers back on the

handle everything from planning, to food, down to the tiniest decoration, I definitely would

at the stuff on my hands.

In the rain?"

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

dying inside but takes

Enoch and he just shoves it all on the couch. Yeah,

and I called in backup for you,"

her way. You'll need her help setting