OLENA I didn’t answer him. Before I could even catch my breath, he pulled down my dress in one quick motion. The fabric tore with a loud rip that echoed in the room.He grabbed my thigh firmly and lifted me up like it was nothing. My back hit the door, and now we were face to face. His breath was hot and fast against mine. He stared into my eyes, his eyebrows pulled together like he was trying to figure out what I was thinking.I couldn’t tell if he was angry, confused, or both. The silence between us felt louder than shouting.I looked back at him, frozen, my chest rising and falling too fast. My heart pounded like it was trying to break out of my chest. I didn’t know what was going to happen next but I could feel it. Something was about to.Suddenly, his mouth was on my neck. His kisses were rough and full of urgency. His lips moved along my skin, his tongue flicking over sensitive spots, and then he bit me hard.“Argh,” I gasped, wincing as I weakly pushed at his chest.He let go
OLENAI didn’t really get what he meant, but when I looked ahead, I saw Zinnia and June with their heads bowed. I quickly did the same without thinking.“I... I’m sorry, King,” I said quietly.He scoffed. I saw his boots shift, and suddenly he was right next to me. He bent down and looked me straight in the face. A soft, amused chuckle came from him.He raised his hand like he was going to pat my shoulder. I moved slightly to the side, pretending not to notice. His hand hung in the air for a moment, then dropped back down. Without saying anything, he walked away.When Zinnia and June lifted their heads, I did too. We started walking again. Zinnia kept looking back, her mouth open like she couldn’t believe what just happened.“Wow,” she whispered, eyes wide. “Even with his hair tied back, he’s still so hot... Morgan’s really lucky.”June and I looked at each other and shook our heads, trying not to laugh. “I’m telling you, he’s not all that,” I said, brushing past Zinnia as we walked
OLENA“Wow… you won’t believe what I just heard,” Zinnia whispered, eyes wide as she leaned in close.I arched a brow, curiosity flickering in my chest. “What is it?”She glanced around, then lowered her voice. “Kane is June’s mate.”My heart skipped. My eyes flicked open just a little wider, though part of me had already guessed.“That’s… good, at least,” I said slowly.Zinnia’s lips pressed into a thin line. She shook her head. “He’s messing with her. Trying to twist it around, make her feel like it’s her fault.”I blinked. The words didn’t fully register. “Wait, what do you mean?”She let out a heavy sigh, brushing her fingers through her short hair. “He told her he wants to accept the bond… but he can’t because she’s a slave.” Her voice turned bitter at the last word. “Then he almost kissed her. Like he wants her one moment and then pushes her away the next.”I rubbed my temples, the frustration settling in. “That doesn’t make any sense.”Zinnia’s shoulders rose and fell in a tire
OLENAI didn’t have a choice, coming clean felt like the only way to clear the mess between me and Lycan Abraham.June and Zinnia weren’t thrilled, but they agreed it might be the best move, even if it could land me in deeper trouble."You know it’s Morgan, right? She’s the one who planted that picture in your room," Zinnia muttered with her arms crossed. "She’s dying to see you executed."Her words clung to me like a cold sweat. My hands were still trembling. I kept replaying the moment over and over, how close I was to dying today. If Abraham hadn’t shown up when he did...My breath hitched. It had been terrifying, but also strangely sweet. The way he shielded me, the way he stood up and claimed I was with him. My heart still fluttered thinking about it.I remembered Morgan’s face clearly, shock twisting her features, lips pressed tight in disappointment. That look said everything. She wasn’t just angry. She was done playing.She wanted me broken, scared, out of the way. And if I’m
ABRAHAM’S POV“Calm down, calm down, calm down,” Morgan kept repeating, her voice tight as she exaggerated each breath, performing calmness like it was something she could force into the room.I didn’t respond.I had no time for theatrics, not today.She stood there, fuming, waiting for me to say something, to react, to meet her chaos with fire. But my mind was already elsewhere.Something more important needed my attention.I walked over to the table, picked up my phone, and slid on my wristwatch with a quiet click.Without giving her another glance, I turned toward the door, hand already on the handle when—“So you won’t say anything?”The voice came from the corner of the parlour and it was Charles.He stood near the window with his back half-turned.I froze mid-step.“You saved that dirty slave by disgracing your future Luna?”Charles’ voice cut through the air as he turned from the window, his cold eyes locking onto me.“What’s going on, Abraham? This is a very serious matter.”I
OLENAAnd then, like she knew exactly what she was doing, Morgan suddenly tossed the picture onto the marble floor.It landed with a soft slap, blood still smeared across the boy’s face. The corners curled slightly as it slid to a stop near Master Charles’ feet.He stopped mid-step.The silence that followed was crushing, tightening around my throat like a noose.Slowly, he turned. His dark robes dragged across the polished floor. His face shifted as he looked down at the photo.His eyes narrowed.His mouth pressed into a hard line.Then… he looked up at me.Everything stopped.No breath. No whisper. No footsteps. The palace fell into dead silence.Even the guards froze, eyes wide and not even moving like no one dared breathe until he did.Morgan stood off to the side, arms crossed, her long green gown brushing the floor. She glared at me like she wanted to tear me apart—jealousy, rage, and something colder flickering behind her eyes.Then, Master Charles spoke.“I think I’ve seen you