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.

doesn't notice or doesn't value his own life because he stumbles closer, eyes darting between us. His

I feel it.

As if he's trying to

me completely.

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

he's about five seconds from being turned into a

His eyes stay locked on Enoch,

Enoch's whole body tightens.

I know that look.

Enoch and yanking the shirt down again. Congratulations, you cracked the case. You get a gold fucking star.

His mouth flaps.

No words come out.

Good.

"Before he stops pretending

give him the chance to

so fast I

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

mutter, wrapping the blanket tighter around myself. "Tempting, I know. But

whips toward me, green

flickering back

out for control.

my

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

sweaty and damp, his

him in waves so thick I could

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

"Except you?"

into a dark

Before you add a murder charge to your

lets me go, flexing his fists as though it physically pains him

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

goddamn trek back

Enoch carrying half the bags I bullied him into buying earlier. The man Tooks like a damn Viking, dripping wet, hauling armfuls of ridiculous shit

scarves,

pink umbrella I

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

the steps, arms crossed, looking like he's

at us-wet, disheveled, loaded down with

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

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flash him a big, toothy

The Charity

have told those officers back on

from planning, to food, down to the

at the stuff on my hands. "You bought

In the rain?"

a soaked shopping bag at him.

as though he's dying inside but takes the bags

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

I called in backup for you," I look back at

You'll need her help setting