Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 103 50 It's been three fucking days of Liam and I investigating what happened. Who was behind Celeste's death and who posted the article. Liam still can't believe I didn't and how they looked like idiots celebratingback then in the office.

I don't even make it three steps into the drawing room before I realize it's going to be that kind of evening. He's already there. You have got to be fucking kidding me.

He sprawled out on the antique velvet chaise as if a damn royal cat who just mauled a deer and now wants a nap after the carnage.

Except this cat is six-foot-something, way too muscular to be lounging that prettily, and currently staring atwith the sintensity serial killers give their prey when they're deciding whether to disembowel first or flirt. "Again?" I mutter under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair as I turn to Liam. "What the fuck is he doing here again?" Liam pauses beside me, a thick folder tucked under his arm, eyes narrowing in that exasperated, brooding way he's perfected. "I thought this was a private meeting?" "Yeah," I say flatly, "so did I." I specifically told the maid to restrict anyone and that it would just beand Liam using the drawing room. But who is a maid when your fucking maid demands it, right? Ugh, this is so frustrating. He is so frustrating! A maid edges out the doorway, her face flustered as hell as she peeps in, I walk closer so I could hear her as she whispers something like "He said it's a royal directive, Miss Sinclair.." Royal directive, my ass.

Enoch doesn't even pretend to look ashamed. He shifts his leg off the coffee table with all the grace of a wolf pretending to be civilized. Spoiler alert, he's not. "Don't mind me," he says coolly, flipping open a book he's not actually reading.

It's entitled 'How To Not Kill' on its covers. I hear ssteps behind me, and Liam immediately moves closer, hiding as though Enoch might touch him. I could honestly tell him he's falling right into his trap.

That moving closer tothus making Enoch's wolf mad about our proximity might get him killed even more. But he's not aware of mates or werewolves, so I let him.

I turn back to Enoch with a glare. I hope looks could kill right now because he's absolutely getting on my last nerve. We can't finish anything with his stupid ass in here.

"I'm just resting. In my palace. In a room I like." he mutters with a smug look on his face.

Resting. In the drawing room. During a scheduled private briefing. With Liam. "Oh for fuck's sake," I hiss under my breath.

Liam snorts besideand I sighed. These two are freaking idiots. "Should I cback later when His Highness is done... 'resting'?" "No," Enoch answers for me, snapping at Liam who then takes another step back at his glare. "You may proceed. I'm not in the way." he growls, pulling back the book on his face.

1/4 10:24 Fri, 18 Apr Chapter 103 190% "You are in the way," I snapped, rubbing my temples. I need to get shit done and it's not going to work with him here.

+50 Why is so fucking childish when he didn't even respond tp my attempts of flirting back then to get him back? Now, he's here when I'm done with him? Why? Just why? He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head just slightly as he stares at me. "You wantto leave?" 1 I open my mouth. Close it. Because yes, I do want him to leave. But I already know he won't. Not when Liam's here. Not when he's still buzzing with territorial piss energy from our earlier conversation. He looks like a toddler with claws and a throne-he'll die before giving Liam another inch near me.

Ugh, Goddess.

So instead of dignifying him with a reply, I drop into one of the chairs and yank the file from Liam's hand. "Let's just get this over with before I accidentally impale myself on royal ego." Liam fights a smile but sits down, flicking open the first page as we try to ignore the elephant in the room. It has been three days since he's like this every tLiam's here, another day wouldn't make a difference. And this meeting might just be the last one as we completed the evidence we found-or Liam found, he's definitely working harder than me.

It was his company that posted the article after all, and they're the most taking losses here if the controversial article was known to the public that it's been made with the sole purpose of destroying the King.

"The maid," he begins, his tone immediately shifting from dry to grim, "the one fromLady Celeste's quarters before her tof death. She went missing a few hours after the body was found." he mutters.

"It was said that the maid fed the Lady a bunch of biscuits before sleeping-which might have been the cause of her death." He started. My heart beats a little faster. "S-so poisoning?" I presume, raising my brows.

"They think s—" Liam is cut off when someone clears their throat. We both turn to Enoch as he lowers his 'How To Kill' book down.

"It was tea." He mutters. I scrunch my brows. "What?" "My former fiance was given chamomile tea before she slept." He mutters with a grim tone. I absolutely still wonder why the palace hasn't been too adamant on knowing who was behind Celeste's death.

She was the future queen.

Why is her death not being investigated? "Looks like your little information guild isn't as good as they say." Enoch turns to Liam with a smirk and I see Liam grits his teeth. No one has ever called his business 'little'. After all, it's the largest media in the Imperial Pack.

"It's a company, Your Majesty. Not sguild." Liam replies. The tension rises as Liam meets Enoch's glare. Fuck it, he's already beat up, what is he trying to fight for? "Enough, enough of this, alright?" I grumble, annoyed, "Just givea picture of what this maid might look like." I added, holding out my palm to Liam. He finally turns to me, "The one who gave the late Lady Celeste sbiscuits?" "Chamomile Tea. She was given chamomile tea," Enoch butts in again. I turn and finally glare at him with burning animosity. You shut your trap up or you're really gonna get rejected. It would suck to experience it for the first time.

I already had it once, as I said, I'm not afraid to go through it again.

Liam sighs, dropping it before he handsa pixelated picture. I look at it, squinting my eyes.

Wait this woman- 90%1 Chapter 103 My brain doesn't register the rest. Not right away.

Because there Right there on the grainy still shot taped to the document- +50) Her hotel cleaner with the frostbitten fingers. When I forgot my laptop back in the room and it was her cleaning the place, I instantly knew she was a werewolf.

The one who gaveback my laptop in the Maldives, smiling as though she handeda fucking bomb instead of a MacBook.

The one who whispered, "I hope you find what you're looking for," she knew exactly what I was looking for.

And that I'd never survive finding it.

My breath goes shallow.

"I-" I don't even finish the sentence. My body moves before I do. I snatch the photo, hands trembling as I bring it closer.

There's no mistaking it.

I remember it now. The chill in the hallway. The look in her eyes. The way my wolf stirred-agitated, scared. Not of a threat but of a cunning predator.

It was this maid. She was the maid who poisoned Celeste. When they did, Brooke and her cand followed us to Maldives with Zoe as a leverage.

When I forgot my laptop and she had her hands on it.

That's when it clicks.

That's when they accessed the file.

When they rewrote my article.

That's when everything went to shit.

Not in the city. Not at the office.

In that resort. In that hallway. When I handed my vulnerability—the contents of my soul to a fucking stranger.

Not a stranger.

Brooke's maid.

Brooke.

Fucking Brooke.

She orchestrated everything.

She made Lady Celeste die. She used her. Like she used me. She knew. She watchedbleed and played therapist until I gave her what she needed. And then she used it to burnalive.

She fedall the lies to doubt Enoch's love. So I'd still write the article. She ruined Enoch inso I would betray him and when I did, I handed the reins to her.

The article wasn't leaked. It was handed over.

3/4 10:25 PM, 18 Apr Chapter 108 Weaponized.

By her.

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My fingers curl around the photo, crinkling the edges, stare at the face ve. saw for

two seconds in that hallway, but now it's seared into my memory: "Eucking bitch," mutter under my breath, shaking.

Liam's voice is far away now, as if I'm hearing it underwater. Enoch doesn't say anything either. Maybe he's still "resting Domaybe he's listening to every single breath I take from across the room because I know damn well that man could hear a pin drop from a mile away if it involved me. And this is going to fucking explode.