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.

he stumbles closer, eyes

I feel it.

trying to piece together a puzzle

blocking me completely. His snarl deepens, the

him, dragging my hand down his tense forearm. His

about five seconds from being turned into a blood

wasn't trying to offend,” he stammers, stumbling back two steps. His eyes stay locked on Enoch, but

Enoch's whole body tightens.

I know that look.

do something fast, he's going to 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

His mouth flaps.

No words come out.

Good.

"Before he stops

give him the chance

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

CHAPTER 112

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

can't kill everyone who looks at me weird," I mutter, wrapping the blanket tighter around myself. "Tempting, I

head whips toward

growls, his eyes slowly flickering back to forest green after

out for control.

but my chest

grabs the back of my

damp, his breathing is hot against my

rolls off him in waves so thick I could drown

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

"Except you?"

a dark grin.

Before you

his fists as though

grimacing-and trudge out

trek back to

The man Tooks like

scarves,

a/suspiciously pink

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

steps, arms crossed, looking like he's aged ten years in

one look at us-wet, disheveled, loaded down

seriously? You're supposed to

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big, toothy

The Charity

and I have taken the lead as I have told those officers back on the conference meeting. All hands I know are on deck, but it's not an

down to the tiniest decoration, I definitely would not have showed

looking down at the stuff on my hands. "You

In the rain?"

him. It sloshes wetly."

he's dying inside but takes the bags off of

and he just shoves it all on the

backup for you," I look

need her help setting up the decor