King Novel novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

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Dr. Lisa sighs dramatically as she finishes patching up Enoch’s back, dusting off her hands like she’s just finished dealing with a particularly unruly child.

“Alright, big guy, this should be the last time I have to see you in here,” she mutters, giving me a pointed look before snapping off her gloves.

I blink. “Last time?”

She nods, her expression shifting into something more thoughtful. “I think it’s about time his wolf wakes up.”

The words settle like a lead in my chest.

I should be thrilled. I should be fucking ecstatic that Enoch is finally healing, that he might be whole again. But instead, my throat tightens, and a strange, nauseating dread creeps in.

I force a grin. “Wow. That’s… great, right?”

Enoch, who had been sitting quietly on the exam table, his back still riddled with fresh scars, tilts his head at me. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his eyes burning into me as if he knows–as if he fucking knows I’m lying.

Dr. Lisa leans back against her desk. “It’s likely that when his wolf returns, his memory will follow.”

I freeze. “Wait, you mean-

“Most likely, yes,” she confirms, rubbing at her temples. “His brain is already functioning better. He’s speaking more, reacting more. If his wolf returns, there’s a high chance his memories will too.”

Something in my stomach churns, and for the first time in a long time, I don’t know what the hell to do with my hands.

Because I know exactly what this means.

Enoch will remember who he is. He’ll remember his past, his rank, his real home. He’ll have a life outside of this pack, outside of me

My mouth opens, but I don’t trust myself to speak, so I just nod, my forced smile still plastered onto my face.

I let Enoch step out first, lingering at the door, but before I can close it behind me, Dr. Lisa’s voice stops me cold.

“You do know that when he regains his memories, right?” she says, softer now. “He won’t remember anything from this place. Not you. Not your pack. Not the time he’s spent here. He’ll be back to the person he was before.”

My heart stutters in my chest, but I still manage to laugh. “Oh, come on, Doc. It’s not like I’d miss babysitting a six–foot–five caveman forever.”

She doesn’t laugh.

Her lips press into a thin line as she watches me, probably waiting for the moment my bullshit crumbles. But I don’t let it. Instead, I wink at her before stepping out and shutting the door behind me.

Enoch is standing there, waiting, but something in his face has changed. He’s looking at me the way he does I’m upset but don’t want to say it.

I smile at him, but he doesn’t smile back.

he knows

The walk back to our room is silent, but my brain isn’t. It’s a damn storm. I try to shove down the anxiety twisting inside me, but it lingers, whispering awful things in my ear.

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This is temporary.

He’s going to leave..

You’re just someone passing through his life.

I hate that it hurts. I hate that it fucking hurts.

But before I can dwell on it for too long, the world tilts.

I squeal as I’m suddenly lifted off the ground. “Enoch!” I screech, arms flailing as he effortlessly carries me down the hall like I weigh nothing. “Put me down, you absolute menace-”

He doesn’t. If anything, he tightens his grip, his lips twitching like he finds my suffering hilarious.

“Room,” he says simply, carrying me inside before dropping me unceremoniously onto the bed. I bounce slightly from the impact, my hair falling into my face as I gape at him.

“What the actual fuck was that for?”

Enoch doesn’t answer. He kneels in front of me, his massive hands wrapping around my ankle, and I go

Oh.

still.

My breath catches as he studies my foot, his fingers tracing over the bruises that formed when I fell earlier. His touch is gentle–so, so gentle–and before I can tell him I’m fine, he starts massaging.

I let out an embarrassingly breathy sound.

I swear, his smirk is smug.

“I can–I can do that myself,” I stammer, but I don’t stop him.

He doesn’t stop either.

His strong fingers knead the soreness away, moving slowly up my calf, his hands warm and firm against my skin. I should say something. I should stop him. But my brain has officially short–circuited, especially when he lifts my leg slightly-

And presses his lips to my lower leg.

I freeze.

Oh, no.

Oh,

Oh, no no no no no.

My pulse skyrockets as his lips continue trailing up my leg, slow and purposeful. Each kiss feels like a branding mark, searing into my skin. My fingers curl into the sheets, and I can barely breathe.

He’s close now. Too close. His lips ghost over the sensitive skin of my thigh, and my heart is about to fucking burst.

And then-

A sharp knock sounds at the door.

Shit.

I shove Enoch off me so fast that he actually falls backward, landing on his ass with a disgruntled growl.

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Oh my Goddess.

I scramble to sit up, my face burning, while Enoch glares murder at the door like be’s about to rip whose tasagan

Another knock.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, dragging a hand down my face before shooting food a book “You better wise to face off your face before I open that door.”

He does not.

I exhale sharply before standing up, my legs still slightly wobbly, and make my way to the door. Whoner’s on the other side better have a damn good reason for interrupting, or I swear to the Goddess-

The second I yank the door open, still flustered as hell, a young Omega stands there, wide–eyed and a bit nervous the… you’re on dinner duty,” she says, avoiding my gaze. “You need to start now?

I blink at her. Right. The headmaid is dead, and now the Omega rank is left scrambling to figure things ou on their own Since nobody wants to risk getting their hands dirty with actual work, it means me–Riverstone Pack’s personal punting bag–is on dinner duty for seventy pack members.

Alone.

I sigh. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be down in a minute.”

The Omega scurries off, leaving me standing there. I turn back to grab my apron, but before I can take a step, a strong atte snakes around my waist, pulling me back into solid heat.

“Don’t go.”

The words are low, rasped out against the shell of my ear, and I swear to Goddess my entire body locks up.

Because that’s not just a fragmented sentence. That’s a full sentence.

I spin in Enoch’s hold, looking up at him in disbelief. His grip on me is firm, protective, as if he lets go, I’ll disappear. His eyes–those wild, forest–green depths–are searching my face as though he doesn’t know why he said it either

My heart skips. I don’t want to read into it. I really don’t.

I exhale and poke at his chest. “Then come with me.”

It takes a beat before he nods.

I don’t know why that makes something warm bloom in my chest, but I ignore it and drag him toward the kitchen.

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I’m expecting to be stuck in the kitchen by myself, as per usual. The other Omegas have loved leaving me to do the impossible, dumping tasks on me and calling it my job. It’s fine. Whatever. I’ve been doing this for years.

What I wasn’t expecting was for Enoch to start moving like a damn chef.

I barely set the ingredients down before he’s already at the counter, effortlessly cutting thick steaks as the with a blade in his hand.

he was born

I stop, watching in pure horror as he dices vegetables with unholy precision, his movements swift, and damn–almost inhumanly fast.

“Okay, where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” I blurt.

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Enoch glances up, clearly unbothered. “Don’t know.” He slices another perfect cut. “Just know,”

Of course he does.

I squint at him but shake it off and focus on kneading dough for the bread. For a while, everything is… peaceful. Almost domestic.

Until Enoch flings an entire handful of flour in my face.

I choke.

He freezes.

The entire kitchen is silent.

And then I wheeze out a laugh.

The way his brows furrow in confusion makes it even funnier.

I gasp between laughs, clutching the counter. “You little shit-”

But before I can launch a counterattack, Enoch does something I did not expect.

He smiles.

Not a smirk. Not his usual blank, emotionless expression.

A real, genuine smile.

And holy fuck, it’s beautiful. It makes him look young, almost boyish, as if for a moment, he’s not some lost, dangerous rogue. Like he’s just… him.

My chest aches. This would be gone soon too.

I reach out without thinking, swiping at the flour smudged on his cheek. My fingers linger longer than they should, and I swear I see his pupils dilate as he watches me.

We’re standing too close. I should move. I should.

But I don’t.

I do what I always do.

I kiss his forehead.

Then his nose.

And this time, he closes the space between us.

His lips press against mine, slow and deep, and my entire body melts. It’s not rushed. It’s not desperate. It’s something else, something that makes my toes curl and my heart stutter. His tongue swipes on my lips, asking for entry and I give it to him as our tongue clashes.

I don’t know how long we stay like that, lips tangled, hands gripping each other, afraid to let go.

But then I feel it.

Something hard pressing against my stomach.

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I freeze. Oh Goddess.

Enoch does not.