Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King novel Chapter 108

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I feel his hands before I hear his voice. 

One’s splayed across my thigh, the other anchoring me against his chest as though I might float away if he lets go. His grip tightens when one of the older councilmen starts talking logistics about border surveillance on the northeastern ridge. 

I don’t even know what that means. I’m too busy trying not to pass the fuck out. 

This damn drug. 

It’s still in my system, softening my brain like a cotton–stuffed pillow. My eyelids droop even as the meeting continues around us. I should move. I should get up. But Enoch’s warm, steady heartbeat against my back makes me feel like I could fall asleep right here and not give a shit. 

Why did I come here again? 

‘You’re an embarrassment, Taryn.‘ I hear Eris murmur inside of my head. I groan in frustration. ‘It’s your mate who drugged me!‘ I argue at her and she puts up a wall so I couldn’t talk right back. 

I look up at Enoch. Underneath him is the perfect place to look at that paper–cutting jaw moving as he’s saying something yet I can’t seem to read his lips. 

He hasn’t said anything to me directly since I walked in and straddled his lap like some drunk bar wench claiming her man at a tavern. Not that I care. He’s the one who growled like an animal and declared to a room full of old bastards that I’m to be respected. So I guess it’s justified. 

Still, I don’t move. Neither does he. 

Before I knew it, my hands moved on their own, raising to his bobbing Adam’s apple. I can’t move on from the fact that this man… is definitely a god. An arrogant, annoying god. But most definitely a god. I trace his Adams apple down with my index finger, and the next thing I knew, his body vibrates with a growl. 

“And that should strengthen the … Your Majesty?” The man stopped talking as Enoch released a hearty warning. He looks down at me with a playful smirk edging on his lips his eyes raised in a smile. I immediately scrunch my face in annoyance. What is he so happy about? I wouldn’t be in his arms had he not anesthetized me, that’s for sure. 

“Are you flirting with me, sweetheart?” He asks, causing his chest vibrates from his low voice and my wolf purrs in my head. 

Slut. 

I glare at him and with a slurry voice before I slowly raise my middle finger at him without a care to the men in the room. Jeez, it’s definitely the drug. I’m not usually like this. 

“Get fucked, Blackwell.” I murmur and contrary to what I was expecting for a reaction, his smile widened even more,. making my blood boil. 

I could almost smell the satisfaction leaking like pheromones from him just from what I said. Those orbs are shifting from their forest hue to his wolf’s crimson, telling me how he’s having a hard time grasping for control right now. 

He leans in close to my ears, his warm breath tickling my skin as he whispers, “Say that again and I’ll bend you on this fucking table and show these men exactly how I take what’s mine.” 

My eyes widen and slowly, begrudgingly I put my hand down. The temperature on my face rose to a boiling degree as I purse my lips shut. I certainly do not want such a sight. 

“That’s my girl.” He smile in satisfaction, planting a kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes to savor it. It’s definitely the drug and not me. Certainly not me. 

Everyone murmurs about the language I had spoken in front of His Majesty not being lady–like, my presence overall is 

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unlady–like. 

What’s the point of being a lady if they have an asshole for a King? 

“Next phase of the eastern reconstruction begins in five days,” someone says. “They are short on builders and guards.” 

Enoch’s voice rips through the air–deep, rough, commanding. “Shift the Silvermane warriors to oversee it. Bring in trade laborers from the outpost. Pay double if you have to. I want it done before the moon turns.” 

Jesus Christ. The way he says it. It’s like everyone in this room was born just to follow his orders. 

Someone on the table from a few feet away from Enoch and I coughs nervously. “And the Omega… Miss Sinclair… Will she be attending the upcoming Imperial…” 

The room shakes with a violent roar, and the temperature drops down when Enoch finds the man across the table. I stare up at him as he spoke, “Speak her name again like she’s an afterthought and I’ll decorate this floor with your jawbone.” 

Silence. 

My mouth twitches. Okay, psycho. 

I don’t know how long it goes on. But eventually, the room empties. Footsteps shuffle. Bows are exchanged. I think someone even mutters “long live the King.” But I’m too far gone. Everything’s warm and floaty and slow. 

He stands up and I’m tightened in his arms before I even register the movement. 

“Put me down,” I mumble into his shoulder, eyes half–shut. 

“No.” 

Of course. 

He carries me through the doors like a damn bride, and I hear them–the voices. The ones they don’t think I can hear. The ones they think Enoch can’t hear. Which is absolutely stupid considering their King’s hypersensitivity. 

They must have a death wish. 

“Does he really think of making that indecent girl a queen?” 

Another voice mutters back, hushed but not enough, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Enoch killed Lady Celeste himself just to make space for that mutt.” 

My breath sticks. 

I feel his muscles coil. 

My body tenses. But before I can open my mouth to tell them to fuck off- 

Enoch stops walking. 

The air turns to glass. 

His voice drops low. Not yelling. Worse. It’s controlled and absolutely razor–sharp as he grumbles, “You better pray she stays asleep. Because if I ever hear you run your fucking mouth about her again…” 

I lift my head just barely, eyes fluttering. 

“…your tongues won’t be the only things I cut off.” 

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He walks on like nothing happened. As though he didn’t just threaten castration in the palace hallway. I have a feeling it’s not anything new though. I wouldn’t be shocked if the maids here are all used to cleaning blood from every nook and cranny of this palace. 

With that thought, I slowly… drift under in Enoch’s arms. 

I’m eight years old, barefoot, knees scraped, and my face smug. 

The tree branch I’m sitting on sways a little as I lean back, craning to look down at the massive black wolf itching on the tree trunk below. 

I giggle, swaying my legs. “You’re too big to climb trees, wolf–boy.” 

He growls, low and grumbly. 

“I could toss you down and catch you.” he calls out and my smile drops. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

I hear laughter—his. And then mine. Our voices blend into the rustling of the forest, the scent of honeysuckle and sweetgrass hanging in the air. In the distance, I hear voices. Adults. Talking about alliances. About a future I didn’t understand. 

It’s probably mom and dad with the King and Queen. 

Wait, why do I know that? 

My train of thoughts gets cut off when a voice mutters again, “My birthday’s next week,” he says, still looking up at me. 

I grin down at him. “Then I’ll give you something you’ll never forget.” 

He shifts—still mostly wolf, but his eyes burn red back to its forest orbs. Not scary. Just… intense. Possessive and… familiar. 

“Don’t forget me,” he whispers. 

I jolt awake with a sharp inhale, chest tight. 

My face is wet. My vision’s blurry. “I forgot,” I whisper. “I forgot about you…” My hands are shaking. 

It was Enoch. Enoch was my closest friend back then. 

The room is quiet, early–morning golden light cutting through the curtains. I sit up, groaning. My head’s heavy. My heart heavier. 

But there’s work to do. 

The United Charity Ball’s in six days, and apparently, it’s also his fucking birthday. 

Perfect. 

I throw on a sweater, swipe at my cheeks, and stalk down the hallway. The palace is a chaotic mess–maids rushing back and forth, florists arguing over centerpieces, guards hauling crates of imported wine as if it’s a damn war effort. 

“He likes deep reds,” one mutters. 

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“No, the King prefers black.” 

Of course he does. 

I round the corner and shove open his office door without knocking 

And stop. 

Holy. Shit. 

He’s wearing glasses. 

Thin–rimmed, black, resting on the bridge of his nose like he’s about to read someone their last rights. He’s hunched o paperwork, sleeves rolled up, veins popping on his forearms like sin incarnate. His dirt’s unknetoned & the up u and he looks up slowly like he knows what he’s doing to me. 

My cunt clenches. I fucking hate him. 

He blinks. “You’re awake.” 

“Unfortunately.” 

I walk in, shut the door behind me, and lean against it. “You know, if you keep threatening people the fun, we’re ging o