7. So familiar.

ABRAHAM

I was breathing hard. My chest rose and fell quickly as panic took over. I didn’t mean to lose control not like this. Then the Moon Goddess’s warning hit me again. If I reject her, I’ll become weak… forever. I couldn’t let that happen. Never would Abraham Namtaru grow weak.

I looked at the girl in front of me. She was frozen in place, her eyes wide, her body shaking. She looked scared and confused. I realized my fingers were still in her hair.

“Shit,” I whispered. I let go right away, feeling guilty as she flinched and squeezed her eyes shut in pain.

I put my hand on my forehead. It was burning. Way too hot.

"Get lost before I change my mind” I ordered but she didn’t move.

Her lips were slightly parted like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. She just found out she was mated to a Lycan and got rejected, I mean it's a normal reaction.

“Olena.”

She stopped just as she turned to leave.

I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her hair shines like silver, falling smoothly down her back. Even her eyebrows were silver, matching her pale skin. Her lips were small, her eyes wide and innocent like a deer’s. She looked fragile and slim, but her curves stood out clearly.

I didn't know why but she felt so familiar, like a face I've been seeing in my dreams.

She didn’t say a word. Her eyes kept moving around the room, like she was looking for a way out or something.

I stepped closer, pulled by something I couldn’t explain. I closed my eyes and breathed her in. Her scent wrapped around me like silk, calming something deep inside me. I felt Zuba stir, then settle.

I leaned in, letting my nose brush along her neck as I wrapped my hand around, gripping her hard she began choking.

Fuck...her scent was so addictive.

“Please… I have to go to work,” she stammered with a soft voice that turned me on, even her breathe was shaking with her eyes blinking.

My hand hovered near her chest, my fingers itching to touch her. But just as I reached out, something snapped me back.

A flash. Kimboo’s memory.

That disgusting image from yesterday flooded my mind and froze me. His smug face, the filth in his thoughts, the way he claimed I ruined the best “meal” of his life.

My jaw tightened. Anger burned through me like poison. My vision blurred with rage. I wanted to tear him apart, make him choke on his own spine.

“Lycan Abraham!” a woman’s voice shouted from outside.

“Morgan?” I muttered.

Olena’s eyes filled with panic. Before I could move, the door burst open. Morgan walked in and the moment she saw Olena, her smile disappeared.

"You again!" she snapped.

Without a second thought, she shoved Olena out of the room.

I stood there, torn between anger and confusion.

“Come in,” I said to Morgan, my voice cold.

But Olena didn’t wait. She was already running like she’d been waiting for any excuse to get away.

And I just stood there… watching her leave, watching me feel empty as usual.

"What’s she doing here again? She tried to seduce you, didn’t she?" Morgan hissed, folding her hands on her chest.

I stepped forward and placed my hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her, but she wouldn’t look at me.

"Come on," I said gently. "You know you’re the only one I want. I’d never fuck with a slave."

I grabbed her waist.

"Then why did you let her go?" she yelled, pulling back and showing me her bandaged hands and the bruises on her neck. "Look at this, Abraham. Just look."

I stared at her injuries, sighed, and rubbed the bridge of my nose.

"You nearly lost your mind when I told you she was locked up,"

"Because it’s her first time here," I lied.

Her eyes narrowed. She didn’t believe me and I don't care.

"Kimboo is dead," she said suddenly, her voice flat.

I couldn’t stop the slow smile that spread across my face.

"He deserved it," I said, eyes hard at the memory as I ripped his teeth out, broke his two hands and plucked out his eyes.

Morgan stared at me for a long moment, then stepped closer.

"You killed him, didn’t you?" Her voice was low now. "Why? I thought he was your favorite guard."

She was right. I had given Kimboo the freedom to do whatever he wanted with the slaves if they ended up in the dungeon and to punish them if they refused to listen.

But not Olena. That was my limit.

"He touched what was mine," I clenched his fists on her waist as I felt Zuba trying to take over. "And you know how I get when someone crosses that line."

"But his body was torn apart… You could’ve just stabbed him,"

“You really want to talk about Kimboo right now?” I whispered, brushing her ear.

She smiled, and slowly, she let her dress slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor as she stood naked in front of me.

“No bra? No panties?” I asked, voice low.

She shook her head with a sly smile, then pushed me back onto the bed. Her bare breasts swayed as she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. I could feel her warm, wet heat pressing against my hardness. I cupped her breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples just the way she liked.

“Harder,” she whispered, pressing her own hands over my chest and biting her lip. Then, without hesitation, she guided my dick inside her and began to ride.

“Ahh, Abraham,” she moaned.

But as I closed my eyes, the first image that came to mind wasn’t her, it was that pale, soft-looking girl.

Suddenly, I'm not in the mood anymore as I pushed her off my lap and got up, rubbing my hands on my hair aggressively.

“What’s going on, Abraham?” she exclaimed. That had never happened before.

“I’m not in the mood. Leave my room,” I said sharply.

I stood up, but she grabbed my arm, pulling me back onto the bed. “What’s going on with you?” she asked, her voice cracking slightly.

She crawled back to me. “Don’t push me away, okay?"

She started running her hands over my chest, but I yanked them away, rougher than I meant to. “Get out before I lose my damn temper!”

She didn’t respond. She got up from the bed then slowly got dressed, her head bowed, then quietly left the room.

I knew she was shocked. Hell, I was too. What’s wrong with me?

I need to find a way to stop it before it gets worse.

"Olena...Olena...Olena?."

Exactly!

How the hell did I even know her name?