Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Hawaii is fucking beautiful. Almost makes me forget about my life falling apart. Almost.

I stretch my arms over my head, standing on the balcony of our private villa as the last bits of the sun bleed into the horizon.

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The salty breeze tickles my skin, and if I close my eyes long enough, I can pretend I’m just another girl on vacation, not someone constantly fighting against the weight of my past. Not someone questioning if the man who holds me every night loves me or the ghost of someone else.

Speaking of said man, he’s currently kneeling between my legs, his mouth wrecking me, his tongue moving with the kind of precision that makes me think he’d worship at the altar of my body forever if I let him.

My fingers twist into his hair as I rock against his face, and he growls, dragging me even closer.

“Fuck, Enoch-”

He hums against me, and I come apart with a sharp cry, arching against the railing behind me. My legs tremble as he presses one last kiss to my inner thigh before pulling back, his lips and chin glistening.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at me like he just had the best meal of his life.

“That should keep you satisfied for the next hour,” he mutters, smirking.

I shove at his shoulder, breathless. “Cocky bastard.”

“Only when it comes to making you fall apart,” he quips, standing and dragging me into his arms. His chest is warm against mine, his heartbeat steady. “Now, let’s get cleaned up before I end up throwing you over this railing and making a show for the entire island.”

I roll my eyes, but I let him lead me inside. He tugs me into the massive bathtub, and we sink into the hot water together, my back pressed against his front as he lazily trails his fingers up and down my arms.

For a while, there’s nothing but the soft splashes of water and our steady breathing. I try to pretend that everything is normal, that I’m not seconds away from drowning in my own thoughts.

Tonight’s plan is simple–dinner on the beach, front row seats to a fire knife dance performance. A traditional luau experience. Something fun. Something distracting.

We get ready after our bath, and I choose a dress that clings to my body in all the right places, the soft, floral fabric stopping just above my knees.

A thin strap ties behind my neck, leaving my shoulders and back bare. I tuck a hibiscus flower behind my ear, glancing at my reflection. I look… happy. Carefree.

Like a girl who isn’t questioning everything.

Enoch, now dressed in just loose Hawaiian–print shorts, watches me from the bed, head tilted. “You look fucking edible.”

I smirk. “I don’t think that’s the goal, but thanks.”

He crooks a finger at me, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “Why don’t we skip dinner and stay in?”

I roll my eyes, but my stomach flips when he stands, crossing the room with slow steps. His fingers skim the curve of my waist before he grips it fully, pulling me against him. His lips find my neck, and I shiver when he murmurs, “I could spend all night on my knees for you.”

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A knock at the door saves me from completely melting into him. Holy fuck, I’m down bad.

“Room service,” a voice calls from outside.

I immediately wriggle free,

Enoch groans, falling baching my dress. “I’ll get it.”

the bed. “Or we could ignore it.”

“You want them thinking we’re dead?”

He shrugs. “If it means I get to keep you here, I don’t care.”

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I shoot him a look before swinging the door open. The same attendant who’s been bringing our meals stands there, offering a polite smile before rolling the cart inside. I thank him quickly before he leaves, and Enoch only hums in approval when I turn back to him. “You’re lucky I didn’t just drag you back into bed.”

“Oh, how tragic. You’d have to work for it.”

He’s still shaking his head as we finally leave the villa, stepping onto the sand where the luau is already in full swing. Fire pits glow, casting warm flickers across the beach. People are gathered around the bars, laughter spilling into the night air.

The performers are already preparing for the show, their torches illuminating their faces as they spin them effortlessly.

And, of course, Enoch fucking stands out.

Even without his usual imposing suits, he draws attention. His bare chest–muscled, tanned, and currently glistening under the firelight–is turning far too many heads. And not just from women. Even a few men are eyeing him, their gazes lingering a little too long.

My wolf, usually buried beneath the surface, lets out a low, territorial growl in my mind. He’s ours.

Enoch smirks like he can feel my jealousy from a mile away, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me against his side. “Enjoying the show?”

“Not as much as they are,” I mutter, shooting a glare at a woman openly staring. Look somewhere else, bitch.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You’re cute when you’re possessive.”

Before I can argue, we’re led to our private table, set up with the best view of the fire knife dancers. I forget my irritation when the performance begins, my breath catching as flames whip through the air, the dancers moving with such skill that I can’t look away.

The moment is perfect.

Until Enoch’s phone buzzes on the table. The name flashing across the screen sends ice through my veins—his Beta. Fucking Jason.

He silences the call without hesitation, flipping his phone facedown.

I should let it go. Should enjoy the night. But Brooke’s voice slithers into my mind, a poisonous whisper. He’s looking for her.

My throat tightens. “Do you miss someone right now?” I ask, keeping my voice light. Casual. “Anyone?”

Enoch turns his head toward me, expression unreadable. “Just you.” Then, in a lower voice, “And fucking you.”

My face heats. Not what I meant.

Before I can ask again, his phone vibrates again. A text.

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There’s more lead about ‘her‘

I stare at the message just a bit, my stomach twisting into knots.

He really is still looking for her. His first love. As Brooke said.

I barely register Enoch standing, excusing himself from the table. “This is uh—important, I’ll come back baby.”

I only notice when he’s already gone, vanishing into the night with his phone pressed to his ear.

I swallow the lump in my throat, blinking fast as my vision blurs. The weight in my chest is unbearable, suffocating.

And then, someone else takes Enoch’s seat.

Brooke.

The devil.

Her smirk stretches wider, her chin propped on her palm like she’s reveling in my unraveling. The dim golden glow of the chandelier above casts a cruel glint in her eyes.

“I was right,” she murmurs, swirling the wine in her glass. “Enoch’s still looking for her childhood girl.”

A lump lodges itself in my throat. My grip tightens around my own untouched drink, the condensation slick against my fingers. But I don’t let my expression crack.

“And?” My voice is steady. Good. “You want a fucking trophy?”

Brooke laughs softly, leaning in. “I just think it’s funny,” she says, “How you fought so hard for him, how you thought you were special, only to be a convenient substitute. The girl before you, however. She was everything to him. She still is.”

Something sharp twists in my gut. I lift my chin, refusing to let her see me break.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who wasn’t even in the picture,” I say, cocking a brow. “Or did you watch from the bushes like some obsessed creep?”

Brooke’s smirk falters, but only slightly.

I let out a slow breath and risk a glance toward Enoch. He’s across the room, phone to his ear, eyes locked on mine the moment I look up. His brows furrow. He silently mouths, Who is she?

I force a smile and mouth back, A friend.

His jaw ticks, but he nods, motioning for me to wait a while.

Brooke notices and hums. “Do you know what happened when His Majesty came back to the Imperial Pack?”

“I know a lot of things.” I reply. No, I don’t.

She traces the rim of her glass, savoring the moment. “Enoch executed his own uncle, Taryn. He had his head displayed on the borders until it rotted away for some wild animals. But do you know why?”

My stomach turns. I know Enoch’s ruthless. But hearing it like this? In past tense, as it’s already been done? My fingers twitch against the stem of my glass.

“He did it because his uncle betrayed him.” she starts off, “He was the one who tried to kill him, afterall. Where he rolled down the cliff and babysitted by a lowly Omega,”

“Fuck you, Brooke.” I hiss.

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