All Chapters of ABRAHAM — The Lycan King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

OLENA"Is everything okay?" I asked, watching him drop a grape into the basket with a quiet plop.He nodded, brushing his hand against his trousers as he smiled faintly. "Yeah, I'm just picking fruits... storing them in the fridge section."I stepped closer, eyeing the half-filled basket. "Let me help you then."He shook his head quickly and lifted the basket in both hands. "No, don't worry. I'm done already," He turned and started walking, his steps slow on the grass. I followed behind until he suddenly stopped in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder."Wait..." he muttered, brow furrowing. "June told me something... about a weird creature stopping you guys on the way back to the castle?"My breath caught for a second. I shrugged, trying to sound casual. "Yeah... but it’s fine now.""Hope you weren’t injured," he asked, concern flickering in his eyes as he looked at me.I shook my head. "No, I’m fine."We kept walking, the air quiet between us, until my eyes caught something on his

ABRAHAM’S POVMy fists clenched so hard my knuckles hurt, the veins standing out under my skin. Ten years. Ten long, cruel years since I’d seen that monster’s face. And now he was here, walking toward me like no time had passed. My throat was dry, but I forced myself to swallow.A loud thud cut through the air—a heavy, sickening sound. Sam’s head rolled into view, lifeless eyes staring right at me. My stomach twisted. I’d know that face anywhere.“I’ve missed you so much, brother,” he said, opening his arms like he really thought I’d hug him.Kane stepped forward to block him, but Alaric’s fist smashed into Kane’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. Kane just shook it off, a low growl rumbling from his chest. His claws slid free, and with a wild snarl, he tore them across Alaric’s back, ripping through fabric and skin.Alaric stumbled forward, but before he could turn to fight back...“Enough!”The voice sliced through the chaos as I turned toward the doorway. Grandpa Charles stood th

Olena paused outside the door, her fingers curling around the cold metal handle. “This is the room,” she murmured to June, her breath hitching as if she had to pull air all the way from her stomach. With a slow exhale, she twisted the knob and pushed the door open.Olena stepped inside, her eyes sweeping the corners, walls, the untouched furniture. It was exactly as she remembered from before, every detail was still in place.“Don’t follow me, June,” she said without turning. “Please. Stay here.”June frowned, her brows knitting. “Why?”Olena gave a quick glance over her shoulder, then let out a weary sigh. “I’ll explain… later.”She moved deeper into the room, her steps soundless on the polished floor. Reaching the small door to the toilet, she pushed it open with her fingertips. She was surprised at how cleaned the bathroom was compared to the yesterday that she was here.No one would believe her if she told them what she’d seen here before. The place where a moving skeleton had on

OLENAShe stepped back, her eyes locked on mine, that wicked smile curling her lips. Goddess please, let this go well because this is so unexpected. I mean I know that vampires are usually hungry for blood and it's my first time seeing one.Dake disappeared in an instant, taking the mutilated body with him. When he returned minutes later, he carried a glass cup. The liquid inside was thick and dark red, catching the dim light like molten rubies. I didn’t need anyone to tell me what it was.My stomach twisted.She took the cup from him, raised it to her lips, and drank slowly, savoring each swallow. The faint sound of it sliding down her throat made bile rise in mine.“Delicious,” she whispered when she was done, her tongue tracing the corner of her mouth.My hands clenched into fists so tight my nails bit into my palms.She handed the empty cup back to Dake. He took it with a lazy grin, gave me a quick wink, and vanished into thin air.I don’t know what snapped inside me, but suddenl

ABRAHAM POVI wanted to grab her hand and make her understand that losing her would shatter me, that I’d rather face death or crawl crippled through life than watch her slip away from my side but the words jammed in my throat. All I could do was release a long sigh before pushing myself to my feet, my chest heavy, fear gnawing at my ribs as I turned and forced my legs to carry me away even though every step felt like betrayal yes Alaric carries my blood, my younger brother by birth, but I could never see that power-hungry viper as family his envy has stalked me since childhood, always lurking in his eyes, and though my parents’ deaths rest like chains on my shoulders I know the truth it was my cursed blood, my imbalanced shifting inherited from our father’s line, that tore them from this world through me.We all believed I was healed, that the curse had finally broken after the endless rituals and bitter medicines, but that lie crumbled the day I lost control and shifted into the bea