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.

either doesn't notice or doesn't value his own life because he stumbles closer, eyes

I feel it.

he's trying to

steps in front of me without hesitation, blocking me completely. His snarl deepens,

at him, dragging my hand down his tense forearm. His veins pop against his skin. "Not

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

eyes stay locked on Enoch, but he keeps sneaking glances at me like

Enoch's whole body tightens.

I know that look.

I snap, stepping out from behind Enoch and yanking the

His mouth flaps.

No words come out.

Good.

thumb toward the woods. "Before he

don't give him the chance to

guy bolts so fast I almost

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

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

head whips toward me, green eyes

flickering back to forest

out for control.

my chest tightens anyway.

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

and damp, his breathing

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

gets to look at you like that," he mutters against my lips, voice low and rough and way too

"Except you?"

tips into a dark

"Come on, your Highness. Before you add

as though it physically pains him not to go

grimacing-and trudge out of the cave into the

goddamn trek back to

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

scarves,

pink umbrella I swear he

into the castle

the steps, arms crossed, looking like he's

at us-wet, disheveled, loaded down

wanna fucking ask," he says, voice bone-dry. "But seriously? You're

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big, toothy

The Charity

lead as I have told those officers back on

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

glares at me, looking down at the stuff

In the rain?"

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

dying inside but

it all

you," I look back at Jacob says,

her help setting up the