Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 

Chapter 17 

My aching head is a massive bitch. It’s not even funny. 

“Can you hear me?” Kallias‘ voice rings out once and twice, until they echo inside my brain. I could see his blurry figure and I could feel his arms on my back, trying to shake me, but a busted eardrum and lip numbness is hindering me from being able to do anything. 

“Taryn!” He begins screaming and it’s hurting my ears. Stop doing that, you asshole. “Taryn! Wake up!” He screams again. Goddamnit, I said stop! I would tap that mouth out if I had the chance, 

I force my lips to move from its paralysed state, willing my head to control my body as I want it to. “Kal–1..” Fuck, stupid fucking trauma bringing me to this. “Kall-” 

“Yes, I can hear you. Call me mo-” Before Kallias can finish his sentence, the entire world shakes bad–really bad, and I could feel my static brain going haywire again from dizziness. Everything hurts and everything is fucking whirling like tornadoes. Even the people who seem to be looking at me are spinning. 

It took one second for me to see Enoch’s handsome, godly face and all that blood staining his face before my mouth finally decided to move as a shriek came out of it. “Ah!” I grunted as he slammed me to his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

Now I feel nauseous from being put upside down, great. 

“What the fuck, man?” I hear Kallias‘ annoyance seep through his voice, and honestly, I wouldn’t blame him. Enoch is a huge, scary looking guy, or maybe just scary. But deep down, he has not a single mature bone in his body. 

He’s a goddamn kid. For all I know, he’s most likely just annoyed that someone took his toy, which is me. 

“Ugh!” I groan once again when another wave of nausea hits me, I punch Enoch’s back weakly, my fist barely does any damage on those hard muscles. Carry me properly, you idiot! 

“Taryn is not well, you fucktard.” Kallias‘ voice is moving closer until I hear him stop in front of Enoch. “Can’t you see what you’re doing wrong right now? Are you stupid?” His voice is getting louder, screeching into my ears. 

Ugh, I don’t know what’s more unbearable, Enoch carrying me like a potato sack, or Kallias‘ voice. But one thing’s for sure, I want to be let down and get out of here. 

“Hey are you listeni–ugh!” 

“Stop it, Kallias.” The Gamma’s voice breaks through, stopping Kallias‘ rants any further. Enoch finally began moving again and everything once more turned blurry. Come back to your senses, Taryn! 

“Oh goodness, what are they doing?” 

“Did he really not answer Kallias right now? Who even is that man?” 

“He’s good–looking as fuck, I would want him too if I was that ugly Omega.” 

Whispers from left and right came from familiar people to pack members I don’t even know as Enoch paraded me to the packhouse and its hallways. 

Even with hazy eyes, I can feel their lares penetrating through me like daggers. If only I’m conscious, I’d rip their eyes out of their sockets. 

After what felt like an hour, we were now walking towards my room–or Enoch is while I’m stacked on his shoulder. My entire body was still shaking, swinging back and forth onto Enoch’s back, hitting those thick muscles over and over again. And they are certainly not soft! 

I’ll definitely punch him once I regain consciousness. 

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I feel the softness of the fabric on my butt as Enoch gently and finally let me down the bed. I push myself up, glaring at him with as much fire as how I want to burn him right now. 

“Bad?” He asks, kneeling in front of me and putting his head on my lap. I push him off. “Yes, fucking bad, Enoch. Well done.” I sarcastically replied. 

Lucky for him, at least his amnesia didn’t stop him from knowing whether or not something is sarcastic or not. “Water.” I called and he rushed to the sink with a glass, before handing them to me. 

I have so much to say, but I wouldn’t be able to talk as much if my throat is a goddamn Sahara. All that saliva rushed up my brain from swinging behind Enoch’s back. 

I nourish my fucking throat before slowly, excruciatingly putting the glass down my bedside table as I look at this dangerous and yet utterly stupid, handsome man. 

“Enoch?” I smile calmly, staring at his forest green eyes. Those orbs would have melted me away had it not been for his mistake. Bad, really bad mistake. “Do you think I’m a potato?” I said pouting as I wave him to move towards me. 

Enoch, still on his knees, moves closer, eyes curious as to what I’m trying to say. 

“No, Taryn is Taryn.” He shakes his head, expecting for me to play with his hair with that seemingly confident answer. I nod, smiling. “That’s right, Taryn is Taryn, huh?” I bend down to meet his eyes, my pointer finger on his chin as I make him look at me straight in the eyes. 

“Then just why…” I mutter, inhaling a huge amount of breath before, “Did you fucking carry me like a potato sack?!” 

He immediately flinched from my scream and although I feel a little bad, the vertigo that’s still reeling in my head says otherwise. 

“B–bad?” He calls and for a cute second, I almost–almost pity him. But instead, I pull him by the jaw, pulling that face to look at me. I promised I’d punch him but I don’t have the guts to ruin a face this beautiful so I guess we’ll just have to scold him real harsh then. 

“Very bad, Enoch.” I whisper. But my anger fused to the side when I got distracted by other things. His stubble, although still very thin, is becoming visible. I could still smell the stench of drying blood splashed on the corner of his face which is most certainly not his. His nose is pointed high, like all the Russian models you see in magazines. 

And his face, although rugged–looking, is far from rugged in itself with smooth skin and well maintained brows. One would assume he’s just pretty clean, but I doubt a rogue would have the time to groom themselves if they’re out here chasing preys and being chased by Imperial guards. 

Did someone take care of this for him? 

Oh no wait. 

Shit, shit shit… 

Does he have a girlfriend? 

Our stare–or my stare lasted for more than a couple seconds before I felt his breath hitting my face. That’s when I realized the proximity we both are in An inch away and our lips would touch. 

We were that close.