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.

life because he stumbles closer, eyes darting between us. His gaze lands on me-specifically, on my

I feel it.

my skin. As if he's trying to piece together a puzzle I

me completely. His snarl deepens, the shift fighting to the

hand down his tense forearm.

finally seems to realize he's about five

His eyes stay locked on

Enoch's whole body tightens.

I know that look.

don't 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

His mouth flaps.

No words come out.

Good.

my thumb toward the woods. "Before he

him the chance

bolts so fast I almost eat shit laughing."

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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 with

I mutter, wrapping the blanket tighter

toward me, green

back to forest green after his wolf

out for control.

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

widen before he grabs the back of my neck,

damp, his breathing is

rolls off him in waves

mutters against my lips,

"Except you?"

tips into a dark grin. “Especially

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

as though it physically pains

dressed-well, I put my soaked clothes back on, grimacing-and trudge out of the cave

a goddamn trek back

The man Tooks

scarves,

for the ball, and a/suspiciously pink umbrella I swear he picked up

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

standing by the steps, arms crossed, looking like he's aged ten years in the last six

takes one look at us-wet, disheveled, loaded down with bags-and drags a hand over his

don't even wanna fucking ask," he says, voice bone-dry. "But seriously? You're supposed to be preparing

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him a big, toothy grin. "Call

The Charity

the lead as I have told those officers back on the conference meeting. All hands I know are

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

at the stuff on

In the rain?"

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

though he's dying inside but takes the bags off of mine anyway.

it

for you," I look back at Jacob says,

You'll need her help setting up