What do y'all think he's doing there?
OLENA It’s been two days since they told me the Lycan King didn’t need me anymore. No reason. No explanation. Just... dismissed.Still, a part of me wonders if Ronan didn't get on Abraham's bad side.Then I quickly shut the thought down. Why should I care? He’s the reason I’m here. He’s the one who sold me.I haven’t seen Abraham since that night. Not even once and his room has been locked. I wonder where he was.“What are you thinking about?” Zinnia’s voice snapped me out of it.“If Thalia catches you this slow, she’ll dump twice the work on you.”I blinked and looked down, realizing I’d been scrubbing the same spot on the window over and over.Zinnia gently touched my shoulder. “Come on. Finish up. Let’s go find June before she disappears again.”I nodded and pulled myself back into focus. After we finished with the floor, we made our way outside the castle, walking to the kitchen where the slaves' meals were being prepared.The restaurant was loud with clanging pots and the sharp
OLENA “I... I’m sorry. I didn’t know the room was occupied.”I turned just in time to see Alpha Ronan standing in the doorway, gaze flicking between the two of us, he then scoffed.I scrambled off Abraham’s lap, arms wrapping tightly around my bare chest. Heat crawled up my neck from shame.Abraham didn’t say a word. He just stared at Ronan, jaw locked, eyes hard.And Ronan?He didn’t look at Abraham. His eyes locked on me, wide and stunned. Like he couldn’t believe what he saw.The bastard who ruined my life.“It’s nice seeing you here, Lycan Abraham,” he said calmly, dipping his head in something that almost passed as respect before turning and walking out.The door clicked shut.Abraham let out a low, bitter chuckle. “Wait for me,” he muttered, already on his feet.I didn’t wait to ask why. The second he stepped out, I rushed to grab my bra and pants, tugging them on with trembling fingers. Then I dropped onto the couch, trying to calm the wild thudding in my chest.But something
OLENA Right now, I’m standing among a group of nervous girls, all fumbling with pants and bras like we were getting ready for a day at the beach, not a strip show. Was this really what they expected us to wear to dance?They’d packed us into a van like animals and dumped us in this so-called clubhouse.“What’s taking you pathetic slaves so long?”Thalia’s voice thundered from the doorway, deep and sharp enough to jolt a few of us. She looked pissed, arms crossed and one foot tapping like a ticking bomb. Thank the Goddess June isn’t here, only about half of us unluckily made it in.“I can’t take his hands on me again.”The girl’s voice cracked as she hugged her arms to her chest.“Who even wants that?” another muttered.Their eyes filled up with fear.We were here to entertain whatever beasts they let in for this so-called Velvet Night.“Slave 401, step out. The King is waiting.”I bit down a curse.Fuck him.I was already half-naked in a lacy pink lingerie set, my breasts barely held
OLENANecklace?Did she mean the one I hid in the King's room?Before I could gather my thoughts, June had vanished. I scanned the crowd, twisting this way and that but she was gone. My chest sank with disappointment as I glanced at the bag weighing down my shoulder. I’d have to carry it all the way to the castle alone.And that strange voice earlier? I still didn’t understand what it meant.“Who owns this bag?”A sudden tug yanked me off balance. A girl was dragging the bag right off my shoulder. Before I could protest, she flung it to the ground and ripped it open.My breath caught when I saw her face. It was Isolde. She stood there smirking, with another girl at her side—a stranger with bright lipstick, popping gum and twirling her hair lazily around one finger.“Please, give it back. It belongs to the King,” I said quickly, trying to take it from her hand.“Oh really, June’s friend?” the other girl mocked, snatching the bag from Isolde. She tipped it upside down and let everything
ABRAHAMWhat am I even doing? Where do I think I’m going without her?Zubat’s voice wouldn’t leave my head. It kept repeating the same thing, over and over, cutting through my thoughts.“Never let her out of your sight. That was the deal.”He’d said it once. Then again. And again. Now, I couldn’t even think straight, Only her image filled my mind, I missed her presence badly even though it was just few minutes. The feel of her in my arms, the warmth of her skin against mine… the soft curves of her body, her pink nipples and perfectly molded boobs, the way her breath hitched when I touched her. I couldn’t wait to feel her again to explore every inch like it was the first time.“The Velvet Night is today. Will you be attending?” Sam asked quietly.“No,” I said sharply, not looking at him.“Emilio De Caza. Don Noctis... they’ll be there.”“I don’t care if those mafia wolf pricks show up,” I blurted. “We’ll still arrange the meeting for the settlements.”I kept digging through the drawer
OLENAMaybe it wasn’t even my place to wonder.Even though the scars were too many to ignore, too brutal to mistake for anything less than war or even war itself.There wasn’t a single patch of untouched skin. It was like his body had been rewritten in pain.We left the gym. I’d finished cleaning before he was even done, not that he acknowledged it.As we were heading out, someone stepped in front of him and bowed.Of course. Kane.“Elder Cyrus wants to see you.”Abraham didn’t say a word, just gave a small nod and kept walking.Kane glanced at me, a harsh gleam twisting in Kane’s eyes.He shook his head like I was the problem, and I scoffed under my breath.Then he rushed ahead to open the car door for Abraham.l stared at the black Lamborghini Aventador as I waited by the door, expecting him to tell me to get in.But he didn’t say a word.He just climbed in, started the engine and to my shock, drove off.Leaving me and Kane standing there."Seriously? Did he just… forget me? Or did