ABRAHAM — The Lycan King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

OLENAWhat should I do? Goddess, this is so embarrassing.Should I just kiss him?Maybe that would work. Maybe that’s what he wants.I turned slowly to face him, and our eyes met. His grip around my waist eased, just slightly enough to give me room to lean in. I closed my eyes, heart thudding, and pressed my lips gently to his.When I pulled back, his gaze was already fixed on me."That’s all you’ve got?" he said, a smirk tugging at his mouth.I shifted away instinctively, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. His lips were too soft... too soft for someone so cruel."I don’t have all day, little fairy," he drawled, leaning his head against the back of the couch, eyes closed now like he was bored… or waiting.Maybe he already knew the truth, that the necklace was mine. Maybe he saw how desperate I was to get it back, and now he was using it against me, bending me into whatever shape he desired.I spotted the cup of herbs still sitting untouched on the table."Your herbs... you haven

OLENANo matter how I tried to explain it, there weren’t enough words to capture how terrifying this man really was. Every time he called me, every time he touched me, it only got worse. There wasn’t a single trace of kindness in him, not even buried under all that cruelty. He was just... bad all through.After forcing me to take him into my mouth, he didn’t even pause before telling me to follow him out and fix coffee for him and his uncle as I frowned my face throughout.“What the hell is going on in your head?” June asked, shaking her head while staring at me.I let out a heavy sigh. “It’s so bad I feel like hanging myself,” I mumbled, wrapping my hands around my neck as if to test the thought.June crossed her arms. “Why don’t you do something that’d make him hate you? Then maybe he’d stop treating you like his personal slave.”I dropped down on the bed, hugging my chest. “The only way to do that is to become a traitor,” I whispered. "I saw the King's guard, Sam or whatever every

OLENA“Got anything to say, baby girl?” one of the girls taunted, smirking.I stayed silent, eyes fixed on Morgan–dressed in a yellow gown, who looked like she could swallow me whole.“Gosh, this is so boring,” another girl sighed, stepping closer while swinging a whip in her hand.Panic jolted through me. I glanced at the door, shot to my feet, and twisted the handle, but it was locked.“You think you can run away, huh?”My heart thudded painfully as I turned back. The girl was grinning, then grabbed my hair and flung me across the floor, sending me sliding until I landed right at Morgan’s feet.My hair was a tangled mess, falling over my face. Morgan lifted her foot and kicked me hard, pain bursting through my cheek.“You can’t be the vessel, right?” she whispered, leaning closer.I had no idea what she meant — all I wanted was for her to leave me alone. “I mean, do you even know how many people hate you?” Morgan hissed. “Why do you keep annoying everyone, you dumbfuck?”She slappe

OLENAGasps spread through the hall, but Zinnia only scoffed, letting the insult roll right off her.“Are you mad they don’t think you’re prettier than her?” Zinnia shot back. “Mad that he called you a fucking monkey and called her an angel? Is that why you’re so pissed?”Ava’s face darkened, her jaw tight as she clenched her fists and slapped Zinnia across the cheek.“What the hell do you know about me and Zubby, huh?” she snapped, breathing hard. “And what you said isn’t even right, you fucking cunt!”Who's Zubby now? Maybe the guy from yesterday? Someone shouted from across the dining hall, “Y’all better tell her to wrap that white cloth back around her hair, it looks like a rag on a dead dog!”Laughter exploded everywhere, stabbing straight through me, but I tried to stand still and keep my head up. June’s hand closed around mine, grounding me.“Yes, take her away,” Zinnia hissed, rolling her eyes. “Let’s see how they're gonna hurt you, Morgan’s bootlicker.” She reached out to s

MORGANLast night it flowed like honey. Music, drinks, laughter, just me and my girls lighting up the room. I tossed my head back as our glasses clinked, not a single worry on my mind. Somewhere out there, she was probably being dragged through hell by Zubby or whatever name he bears. No one ever really saw that guy around the kingdom anyway. Ghost with a charming smile.“Are we just gonna leave her?” Rubbie asked, her gaze locked on me like she was trying to read something underneath my smirk.I paused, letting the grin curl slowly at the corner of my lips. That girl really thought she could throw that filthy word at me... insecure? She had no clue who she was dealing with. I leaned back, chin lifted just enough to remind the room who I was.Me — Lady Morgan. Mistress of Lycan Abraham Namtaru. Daughter of the fiercest warrior this kingdom’s ever known with a mother who's the Eyes of the kingdom. Future Luna. Soon this land would kneel for me, inch by inch, and she’d watch it all from