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 shovesslightly behind him, like I'm ssort 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 sgovernment 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.

1/5 TER 112 Yeah, no.

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.

The guy either doesn't notice or doesn't value his own life because he stumbles closer, eyes darting between us. His gaze lands on me-specifically, on my very obvious lack of pants.

I feel it.

That weird, prickling crawl under my skin. As if he's trying to piece together a puzzle I don't want him anywhere fucking near.

Enoch steps in front ofwithout hesitation, blockingcompletely. His snarl deepens, the shift fighting to the surface.

"Don't," I hiss at him, dragging my hand down his tense forearm. His veins pop against his skin. "Not worth it." The man finally seems to realize he's about five seconds from being turned into a blood splatter.

"I-I wasn't trying to offend," he stammers, stumbling back two steps. His eyes stay locked on Enoch, but he keeps sneaking glances atlike he can't help it.

Enoch's whole body tightens.

I know that look.

If I don't do something fast, he's going to makemop 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 King here peels you like a potato." His mouth flaps.

No words cout.

Good.

"Go," I say, jerking my thumb toward the woods. "Before he stops pretending he's tame." The man hesitates, obviously weighing his options.

I don't give him the chance to pick wrong.

Enoch takes one step forward and the guy bolts so fast I almost eat shit laughing." Well..." I murmured.

CHAPTER 112 I clutch the cave wall to stay upright, breathing hard, shivering from the cold now that the adrenaline's draining. Enoch's still vibrating with rage, his fists clenched, nostrils flaring.

"You can't kill everyone who looks atweird," I mutter, wrapping the blanket tighter around myself. "Tempting, I know. But kinda illegal." His head whips toward me, green eyes blazing.

"Mine," he growls, his eyes slowly flickering back to forest green after his wolf itched out for control.

"Yeah, yeah." I roll my eyes but my chest tightens anyway. "I'm very aware, Tarzan." He stalks over and my eyes widen before he grabs the back of my neck, and drags my forehead against his.

His skin is sweaty and damp, his breathing is hot against my mouth.

The possessiveness rolls off him in waves so thick I could drown in it.

"No one gets to look at you like that," he mutters against my lips, voice low and rough and way too fucking addictive.

"Except you?" His mouth tips into a dark grin. "Especially me." I shove him half-heartedly. "Con, your Highness. Before you add a murder charge to your to-do list." He reluctantly letsgo, flexing his fists as though it physically pains him not to go hunting.

We get dressed-well, I put my soaked clothes back on, grimacing-and trudge out of the cave into the heavy late afternoon light.

It's a goddamn trek back to town, Especially with 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 like scarves, hats, trinkets for the ball, and a/suspiciously pink umbrella I swear he picked up voluntarily.

By the twe drag ourselves into the castle courtyard, the sky's already bleeding into a bruised purple.

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

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

"I don't 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 is." 3/5 CHAPTER 112 I flash him a big, toothy grin. "Call it multitasking." The Charity all is a day from now 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 easy feat.

Had I known i would handle everything from planning, to food, down to the tiniest decoration, I definitely would not have showed off stupidly.

Jacob glares at me, looking down at the stuff on my hands. "You bought decorations? In the rain?" "It builds character," I chirp, nudging a soaked shopping bag at him. It sloshes wetly." Here, your royal grumpiness. Help a girl out." Jacob groans as though he's dying inside but takes the bags off of mine anyway. I turn to Enoch and he just shoves it all on the couch. Yeah, he's tired.

"Oh, and I called in backup for you," I look back at Jacob says, deadpan. "Zoe's on her way. You'll need her help setting up the decor for the ball." At the mention of Zoe, my heart does a little stupid skip. FFinally, someone to cope with in this men-dominated house.

"She's coming?" I beam.

"Goddess help us all," Jacob mutters under his breath.

A few minutes later, Zoe barrels through the gates, ker@inkhair m bobbing arms full of clipboards and ribbons and what looks suspiciously like a box of glitter bombs.

Wait, pink hair? I meet her halfway and nearly tackle-hug her.

I pull back to look up at it. "You dyed your hair?" I ask. She sways it around and

winks, Something for a change? Plus, my gown's pink for the ball Shem e smiles and hug her again. "You're a lifesaver," I say into her shoulder, feeling sof the exhaustion slip away.

"You oweso much tea," she says, m mock-serious. "And alcohol And! gossip. Nwant everything." I snicker, dragging her into the courtyard. "Deal. You're not ready for this soap opera." Enoch watches us with that unreadable look, somewhere between amused and territorial.

I'm about to say something snarky when- A loud, echoing bang rings out from inside the castle.

We all freeze.

Jacob swears under his breath and Zoe's mouth drops open.

4/5 CHAPTER 112 Enoch's jaw tightens. His whole body goes still, predator-sharp.

My stomach twists hard as I see an Omega servant rushing towards the four of us in the living room.

"Your Highness! Miss Sinclair!" She breathes in and out. I immediately rushed towards her, Enoch stayed uninterested in his seat, but he looked up.

Because whatever it is- It's not fucking good.

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