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.

eyes darting between us. His gaze lands on me-specifically, on my

I feel it.

to piece together a puzzle

me without hesitation, blocking me completely. His snarl deepens, the

hand down his tense forearm.

to realize he's about five seconds from

eyes stay locked on Enoch, but he keeps sneaking glances

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

His mouth flaps.

No words come out.

Good.

the woods. "Before he stops pretending he's tame.” The man hesitates, obviously

him the chance to

bolts so fast I

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from the cold now that

everyone who looks at me weird," I mutter, wrapping the blanket

head whips toward

growls, his eyes slowly flickering back

out for control.

my chest tightens

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

is sweaty and damp, his breathing

off him in waves so

at you like that," he mutters against my lips, voice low

"Except you?"

tips into a dark grin.

your Highness. Before you add a

as though it physically pains him not to

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

trek back to

into buying earlier. The

scarves,

and a/suspiciously pink

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

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

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

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flash him a big, toothy grin.

The Charity

now and I have taken the lead as I have told those officers back

I known i would handle everything from planning, to food, down to the tiniest decoration, I definitely would

at the stuff on my hands. "You bought

In the rain?"

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

dying inside but takes the bags

it all on the couch. Yeah,

called in backup for you," I look back at

need her help setting up the decor for