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.

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

I feel it.

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

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

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

realize he's about five seconds from being

back two steps. His eyes stay locked on Enoch, but he keeps

Enoch's whole body tightens.

I know that look.

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 stops pretending he's tame.” The man hesitates, obviously weighing

don't give him the chance

takes one step forward and the guy bolts so fast I almost

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stay upright, breathing hard, shivering from the cold now that the

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

whips toward me, green

eyes slowly flickering back to forest green after his wolf

out for control.

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

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

skin is sweaty and damp, his breathing is hot

off him in waves so thick I could drown in

he mutters against my lips, voice low and rough and

"Except you?"

into a

"Come on, your Highness. Before you add a murder charge

reluctantly lets me go, flexing his fists as though it physically pains him not to go

my soaked clothes back on, grimacing-and trudge out of

a goddamn trek

into buying earlier. The man Tooks like a damn

scarves,

and a/suspiciously pink umbrella I

the castle courtyard, the sky's already

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

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

he says, voice bone-dry. "But seriously? You're supposed to be preparing for

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big, toothy grin.

The Charity

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

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

the stuff on my hands. "You bought

In the rain?"

a soaked shopping bag at him. It sloshes wetly." Here, your royal grumpiness. Help a

he's dying inside but takes the bags

it

you," I look back at Jacob

You'll need her help setting up the decor