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 us. His gaze lands on me-specifically, on

I feel it.

As if he's trying to piece together a puzzle I don't want him anywhere fucking

me completely. His snarl

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

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.

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

His mouth flaps.

No words come out.

Good.

jerking my thumb toward the woods. "Before he stops pretending

give him the chance to

and the guy bolts so fast I almost eat

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

at me weird," I mutter, wrapping the

head whips toward

back to forest green after

out for control.

roll my eyes but my chest tightens anyway.

eyes widen before he grabs the back of my neck, and drags my

sweaty and damp, his breathing is hot

in waves so thick

like that," he mutters against my lips, voice low and

"Except you?"

a

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

lets me go, flexing his fists as though it physically pains him not

clothes back on, grimacing-and trudge out of the cave into the heavy late

trek

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

scarves,

for the ball, and a/suspiciously pink

the time we drag ourselves into the castle

looking like he's aged ten years in the last six

down with

wanna fucking ask," he says, voice bone-dry. "But seriously? You're supposed to be preparing for a

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flash him a big, toothy

The Charity

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

food, down to the tiniest decoration, I

down at the stuff on

In the rain?"

shopping bag at him. It sloshes wetly." Here, your royal grumpiness. Help

but takes the

Enoch and he just shoves it all on

I called in backup for you," I

need her help setting up