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32. Nine hours.

Author: Silver C. Stone
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-22 16:54:01

ABRAHAM

There was a man’s scent on her. Faint, but strong enough to cut through the sweetness of hers. It clung to her skin, distracting me, making my jaw tighten every time I leaned in closer.

I’d made her do so much last night, almost too much. I nearly had her on her knees, almost making her take me in her mouth. I couldn’t stop staring at her curves, at her bare chest because when she was naked, her scent poured into every corner of the room, drowning me, trapping me like an addiction I never wished to escape.

And the way she avoided my gaze when I looked at her... I love that alot but she doesn't know it yet.

I leaned close, brushing my lips against her ear.

"You don’t want me," I murmured, "but your body melts when I touch you."

She shivered, trying to hold herself still, blinking fast like she was begging her eyes not to give her away. But her nipples betrayed her as they were hard, pressing against my chest because I removed the hoodie I was putting on to feel her well.

I twis
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    OLENA“Got anything to say, baby girl?” one of the girls taunted, smirking.I stayed silent, eyes fixed on Morgan–dressed in a yellow gown, who looked like she could swallow me whole.“Gosh, this is so boring,” another girl sighed, stepping closer while swinging a whip in her hand.Panic jolted through me. I glanced at the door, shot to my feet, and twisted the handle, but it was locked.“You think you can run away, huh?”My heart thudded painfully as I turned back. The girl was grinning, then grabbed my hair and flung me across the floor, sending me sliding until I landed right at Morgan’s feet.My hair was a tangled mess, falling over my face. Morgan lifted her foot and kicked me hard, pain bursting through my cheek.“You can’t be the vessel, right?” she whispered, leaning closer.I had no idea what she meant — all I wanted was for her to leave me alone. “I mean, do you even know how many people hate you?” Morgan hissed. “Why do you keep annoying everyone, you dumbfuck?”She slappe

  • ABRAHAM — The Lycan King   43. humiliated.

    OLENAA cold wave rushed through me as his breath, reeking of alcohol, hit my face. My heart pounded as I tried to push his hands off my shoulders, but he just dragged me with him through the crowd.Someone reached out and yanked at my hair, tearing apart my bun until my strands fell loose.“Her hair is actually real? Wow, I thought it was fake,” a girl laughed nearby.He kept pulling me forward, trying to haul me onto the stage, but I dug my heels in, refusing to move. I was too shy, too reserved to stand up there like some showpiece.“Please, don’t take me out there,” I begged, voice trembling.He leaned down, his hot breath brushing my ear. “I thought you were courageous,” he sneered, raising an eyebrow. “Where’s that brave girl now, huh?” He was still bitter about how I’d handled him in Zinnia’s room, I was sure of it.I glanced around frantically, searching for Zinnia, but she’d completely vanished into the crowd.Then he turned me to face the audience, voice booming. “We just wa

  • ABRAHAM — The Lycan King   42. Embarrassing her.

    OLENANo matter how I tried to explain it, there weren’t enough words to capture how terrifying this man really was. Every time he called me, every time he touched me, it only got worse. There wasn’t a single trace of kindness in him, not even buried under all that cruelty. He was just... bad all through.After forcing me to take him into my mouth, he didn’t even pause before telling me to follow him out and fix coffee for him and his uncle as I frowned my face throughout.“What the hell is going on in your head?” June asked, shaking her head while staring at me.I let out a heavy sigh. “It’s so bad I feel like hanging myself,” I mumbled, wrapping my hands around my neck as if to test the thought.June crossed her arms. “Why don’t you do something that’d make him hate you? Then maybe he’d stop treating you like his personal slave.”I dropped down on the bed, hugging my chest. “The only way to do that is to become a traitor,” I whispered. "I saw the King's guard, Sam or whatever every

  • ABRAHAM — The Lycan King   42. Bigger than me.

    ABRAHAM "I know you’re upset,” Cyrus murmured, his voice careful like he was testing a blade’s edge.And he was right, I was. But it was Cyrus, not Charles, so I kept my anger caged. If it had been Charles pounding on my door, I’d never have bothered to step outside. I’d been enjoying myself, buried in the moment with my toy. I couldn't stop picturing her hands so small against me, driving me insane and her mouth struggling to take my dick into her mouth. The image was so perfect in my mind, I was sure it had to become real.Olena moved quietly through the room, fixing coffee, the rich smell curling around us as she set the cups on the dining table in the castle’s hall.She isn't leaving my sight today, I told her to mark coffee for me even with the way her face looked like she wanted to kill me.“Morgan was furious,” Cyrus went on, glancing at me as if gauging my reaction. “I overheard her arguing with Charles.”No wonder he’d come knocking, Cyrus never disturbed me in my private ch

  • ABRAHAM — The Lycan King   40. Forced.

    OLENAWhat should I do? Goddess, this is so embarrassing.Should I just kiss him?Maybe that would work. Maybe that’s what he wants.I turned slowly to face him, and our eyes met. His grip around my waist eased, just slightly enough to give me room to lean in. I closed my eyes, heart thudding, and pressed my lips gently to his.When I pulled back, his gaze was already fixed on me."That’s all you’ve got?" he said, a smirk tugging at his mouth.I shifted away instinctively, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. His lips were too soft... too soft for someone so cruel."I don’t have all day, little fairy," he drawled, leaning his head against the back of the couch, eyes closed now like he was bored… or waiting.Maybe he already knew the truth, that the necklace was mine. Maybe he saw how desperate I was to get it back, and now he was using it against me, bending me into whatever shape he desired.I spotted the cup of herbs still sitting untouched on the table."Your herbs... you haven

  • ABRAHAM — The Lycan King   39. On his laps.

    OLENA"Like the King ordered, you’ll have to do it again," Catzn said, his voice firm as his eyes pinned me in place. "But this time, I’ll be watching you."I let out a soft sigh and kicked at the ground, the toe of my shoe scuffing the dirt like it had wronged me.Calling June or Zinnia wasn’t even an option. I’d already tried my best the first time... or maybe it just hadn’t been good enough.Maybe this was my punishment for letting Morgan deliver it instead of me. But Morgan wasn’t just anyone. Still, the order had been clear. It had to be me.I caught a glimpse of Zinnia chatting with two girls by the courtyard, laughing like her world wasn’t falling apart. I almost raised a hand to wave her over, but dropped it halfway, shaking my head. No point.By the time I reached the back of the witch’s chambers, the sun had started dipping low. Catzn stood beside me, giving instructions like I was tending a sacred garden instead of gathering herbs. For nearly an hour, I crouched and picked,

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