All Chapters of ABRAHAM — The Lycan King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Abraham leaned back in the chair with his eyes shut. The old chair creaked under him. Across the table, Grandpa Charles worked the cork free from the wine bottle with his hands, the pop breaking the silence before he poured a slow stream into Abraham’s cup.“It’s been proven,” Charles murmured, voice low and rough, “that Alaric’s been living in this kingdom far longer than we thought.”Uncle Cyrus sat stiffly, restless on the edge of his seat. He had only just heard the news and it left his face pale, his fingers tapping nervously against his knee. His gaze kept drifting to Abraham’s black long-sleeve shirt that he wore despite the sweltering heat.Sweat gathered at Cyrus’s temple, though he couldn’t tell if it was from the weather or the fear curling in his stomach.“Wow, Alaric is more smarter than we think,” Cyrus muttered.Charles gave a slow nod, eyes narrowing as he lifted his glass, the wine catching the dim light like spilled blood.“So smart,” Charles slipped from his own gla

OLENAI barely had time to raise my sword before she shot forward faster than I ever expected, the rush of her movement knocking the air from my chest and sending me crashing to the ground, pain sparking through my elbow as it scraped hard against the floor, when I glanced down I saw a thin cut opening, beads of blood dripping slow and steady, I hissed through my teeth, pushed myself up with grit, dust clinging to my clothes, and tightened my grip around the sword hilt until my knuckles burned.The roar of laughter from the crowd made me feel embarrassed, each echo digging sharp into my chest, it stung worse than the wound and for a moment I felt hope sliding from me, because this wasn’t a fight I was told about, no chance to prepare and no time to train.“What are you waiting for, strike your sword!” Ava’s voice cut through the noise, she leaned lazily on the stairs behind Morgan at the front of the training center as her eyes fixed on me like she wanted to see if I’d stand up and gi

OLENAAnd so what if he’s here? Their faces twisted with misery as they stared at me like I had done something unforgivable, when all I did was return the same energy Morgan had poured on me. The crowd bent over her, hands pressing against her arms, voices whispering as she struggled to rise, her legs trembling, but her body refusing to obey.“You have to get up at least! There’s no way you’ll let a stupid slave defeat you!” someone shouted as the voice was echoed by the girls patting her shoulders, urging her on.I stood there gripping my sword, breath still ragged, anger simmering. Instead of celebrating that one of us had stood against the cruelty of someone who tormented us day after day, they sided with her. Had they forgotten so quickly that we were all dragged here against our will? I stepped down from the platform, fists clenched tight at my sides as I strode toward them.“Gosh, what’s she up to now?” someone muttered nervously from the crowd.Reaching Morgan, I raised my s

OLENAA few hours later, Abraham led me up a winding stairwell until we stepped out onto the rooftop of his castle.“Have you ever been up here?” he asked.I shook my head, eyes wide as I took in the sight before me. Even with darkness draped over the land, the kingdom stretched out in glittering clusters of torchlight, some people farming as I could their machete hitting the grasses. I truly missed when my dad and I used to do this before things escalated we would go to farm potatoes as they are his plant to harvest. My eyes wandered the buildings laid out in front of us like pieces of a grand design.“No,” I breathed. “I didn’t even know this castle had a rooftop. Back in my pack… we never had anything like this.”The night wind slid through my freshly washed hair and brushed cold fingers across my skin. Clean at last, I shivered as the chill seeped deeper.“You still haven’t answered me,” I said softly. “How are you really doing? And why don’t you want me going back there?”His s

MORGAN“She… she got her wolf back?” I blurted, springing to my feet, the words crashing out of me before I could stop them.I felt shame burning in my throat, remembering how I’d cried like a fool earlier. My eyes still ached as I felt swollen, and sweat clung to my forehead. I dragged my palm across it, my heart pounding so hard I prayed Mother was only making this up.Mother turned, looked at me. “Didn’t you notice the difference when you fought her?” she asked. “She isn’t ordinary anymore. I could feel it and there’s no fear in her eyes now.”I shifted on my feet, restless. The stench of my unwashed skin clung to me, making my nose twitch. Fingers dug through my tangled hair while my toes tapped against the floor, a nervous feeling that I couldn’t stop.I mean… she’s right, I said within me, rubbing the back of my neck. I did notice something different. But I thought it was her friends, maybe they combined their powers to help her out.My stomach knotted as the memory came rushing