ABRAHAM — The Lycan King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

OLENA "Let her be," His voice was cold. "But king..." Abraham directed his gaze at him, and that was all it took. He immediately fell silent. The man gritted his teeth, and his fists shook slightly by his sides as he looked at me but he said nothing more. "Leave my sight!" Abraham said as his eyes locked on me, while Zinnia clasped my hands and we ran off together. Is Alpha Ronan here? Don't tell me he's bringing more virgin girls to be slaves. That heartless soul! A few minutes later, we were inside her room, both of us panting as we leaned against the door, hands pressed to our chests. “Slave 200,” I said, reading the number engraved above the frame. “Looks like you’ve been here a long time.” “Yeah. I was sold before I even turned eighteen. It’s been... about four years now.” I felt my eyes grew wide. Four years? My chest aches just thinking about it. I couldn’t even imagine the kind of pain, the things she must’ve endured in this place. “Wow,” Zinnia breathed, brus

OLENA"Oh my God!" I gasped, slapping both hands over my mouth as the sword slipped from my grasp and crashed to the ground, right after striking the man in front of me."Can't you even apologize?!" snapped a voice.I flinched. My shoulders jerked up, then sagged as I stared at the man in the middle. He caught the sword with ease, his brows knitted in a deep scowl. His piercing green eyes locked on mine. My knees buckled, and I dropped to the ground, squeezing my eyes shut."P-please... spare me," I stammered. "I-I didn’t see you coming...""So you're saying it’s the King’s fault?" barked the man standing beside him as I looked up nervously, my heart racing.Wait... but he wasn’t the Lycan King… or did we have two kings?"It’s okay," the man I had hit said gently.He knelt down and held out his hand to me. I quickly moved back, staring at him with wide eyes. Even though he was smiling kindly, something about it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like forgiveness."Hope you're not hurt?

ABRAHAM"Personal slave?" Morgan asked, pacing back and forth in my office.I took a slow sip of the black coffee, its bitterness grounding me. Outside, the sky stretched wide and pale, but nothing could cool the warmth building in my chest."King Abraham, a slave stole my necklace...""She walked into my room, shouldn't I be the one to punish her?"She turned sharply to face me."What about the last slave who stepped into your room without permission? She was executed. Why does this one get to live?"My fingers tightened around the ceramic cup. The heat bit into my skin, but I didn’t let go.She was digging too deep."Leave," said a firm voice behind her.Grandfather Charles stood at the door, his arm outstretched, pointing."Grandpa..." Morgan's tone shifted, almost pleading."Let me speak to him alone," he said.She hesitated, her gaze flicking between us, but finally walked out. The door clicked shut behind her.Charles walked in, sliding his hands into his pockets. He let out a t

OLENAHe stepped closer, and panic seized me. With trembling fingers, I slipped off my black gown, my skin prickling with cold and shame.His hand rose to my jaw, gripping it hard, forcing my face up to meet his burning gaze. I winced, the pressure making my eyes water, but I kept my arms crossed tightly over my chest, trying to cover myself.“How dare a human like you be my mate,” he whispered, his voice soft, but filled with hatred.He peeled my arms away and pressed his fingers harshly on my nipples. I sucked in a sharp breath, my face burning partly from the pain, but mostly from the shame and anger flooding through me.If he despised me this much, then why not just let me go? Why not let me accept the rejection?“You… you banned me from accepting the rejection, w...why?” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.He didn’t answer.Instead, he leaned in closer, his nose brushing along the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply like a predator savoring the scent of fear.I shut my eyes as I

OLENA Curiosity and dread tugged at me as I pushed the door open. Zinnia was on the bed, bent over, completely naked. A man was behind her, thrusting into her very loudly and spanking her ass as she moaned. In front of her, another man stood with his hand tangled in her hair while she sucked him off. “Do it properly, you filthy whore,” the man growled. He slapped her across the face and shoved his dick deeper into her mouth as she choked. I jerked the door shut, heart pounding, breath caught in my throat. Why was I even shocked? She told me this was how she got all the fancy things she has. But two men at once? That was… a lot. I turned away and headed to the bathroom, trying to shake the image burned into my mind. After freshening up and changing into a simple black gown, I made my way to the castle, unsure which of the Lycans’ rooms I was meant to go to. I figured I’d start downstairs. A sound echoed softly at first, then grew louder with each step I took through the ha