Semua Bab ABRAHAM — The Lycan King: Bab 121 - Bab 130

OLENA His face was the first thing I saw when my eyes fluttered open as he was still in sleep. A lazy smile tugged at my lips even as a dull ache lingered low in my body, a reminder of the night we’d had. He was already turned toward me, his chest rising and falling in slow breaths, and for a moment I just watched him knowing the man who rarely allowed himself this kind of rest. I had slipped out earlier to ease myself, and when I caught sight of the clock, the hands pointed to nine. That alone made my heart skip because Abraham almost never slept this long. He needed it, though, and seeing him like this, softened me in ways I didn’t expect. I leaned closer, I brushing my lips gently over his. He didn’t wake up, he just shifted slightly, his jaw clenched before relaxing again. I stayed there, close enough to breathe in his scent, before pulling back with a quiet thought blooming in my head. Maybe I should cook for him... bring it here, let him open his eyes to me and somethi

OLENAThe restaurant felt colder the moment we stepped inside, so Abraham draped his suit over my shoulders without a word, the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the fabric and warming me more than the cloth itself. The place was dim and hushed, a private VVIP room meant for only us, the silence broken by two guitarists—one perched on a stool, strumming with his head lowered, the other standing tall, fingers sliding along the strings as he closed his eyes enjoying the melody more than we do.A waiter slipped in quietly, balancing a silver tray. He placed the bowls before us with a practiced bow, steam curling upward from the lemon soup I had ordered. Abraham only glanced at it, a lazy smirk tugging at his mouth, because he had said he’d eat whatever I chose for him.“Sorry to ask, ma’am,” the waitress suddenly leaned closer, her eyes widening as if she couldn’t hold the question in any longer. Her smile was shy, but her hand hovered near my shoulder, itching to reach out. “Is th

OLENAI sat quietly, watching the tension between Ronan and Abraham. The way they stared at each other with a stern look on their faces, their eyes were far from blinking as it felt like the whole room had been pulled tight on a string. Ronan finally spoke, his tone clipped, suggesting they talk briefly about some “matters.”Before Abraham could respond, the waiters swept in. They wore black gloves with a white straight gowns. moving in practiced silence as they set down platters. The table filled quickly with bowls of fresh fruit, four steaming plates of spaghetti crowned with pork, the aroma rich enough to curl around us.Just as I reached for my glass, the door opened again. Chloe walked in. My gaze dropped instantly to her short black gown, the fabric clung damply to her skin, darkened in patches as though she’d splashed herself. When her eyes found mine, she didn’t hide her disdain towards me as she rolled them dramatically, then pasted on a smile as she turned her attention to R

Curiosity gnawed at Morgan until it dragged her feet. She trailed after them, careful to slow her pace, feigning a casual stroll as though she had business of her own. Her eyes, however, never strayed far, watching as Abraham and the others disappeared into his private chambers. A hot twist of jealousy knifed through her chest, but she swallowed it down, forcing her expression smooth, ignoring the hurt that clawed at her heart.She mounted the stairs and when she reached the hallway, the sight waiting for her made her pulse stutter as she saw Olena, slipping quietly out of the chamber. Morgan’s heart sank like a stone in water. Her nails bit into her palms as her fists clenched tight, and without thinking, her pace quickened, anger propelling her forward.Olena caught Morgan’s glare and rolled her eyes, striding forward as if she hadn’t noticed her at all. But Morgan blocked her path, fury burning in her stare, and without warning she seized Olena’s wrist, shoving her hard into the s

Olena yanked the bat from Rubbie’s grip and flung it across the ground with a sharp clatter.“Hey!” Rubbie snapped, her face twisting with anger. Without thinking, she swung her palm across Olena’s cheek, the slap snapping her head to the side.For a heartbeat, silence. Then Olena slowly turned her head back, her eyes glinting. A scoff slipped past her lips.In the next instant, she shoved Rubbie backward, knocking her flat onto the floor. Olena straddled her waist, pinning her down as her hand came crashing across her face.Smack.“Help!” Rubbie shrieked, but each cry only earned her another slap.Smack. Smack.Olena’s strikes grew harder, fiercer, until the sound echoed in the air. Blood burst from Rubbie’s nose, smearing down her lips, her screams dissolving into choked sobs as Olena’s hand kept finding her face. “Olena, that’s enough!” Zinnia’s voice shook as she wrestled Ava to the ground, locking her arms so she couldn’t move.Ava thrashed beneath her grip, teeth bared. Zinnia’