Lahat ng Kabanata ng ABRAHAM — The Lycan King: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 65

OLENA“In front of Morgan, you had the guts to bully a slave? Of course you’re going to be punished.”That’s what Thalia said to me.No questions. No chance to explain.Just a sentence thrown to me and now here I am, picking trash around the slave quarters like some criminal.For what?For defending myself from Ava?Rubbish.The injustice burned in my chest as I bent down again, fingers brushing against torn cloth and broken glass, jaw clenched so tight it achedThose girls, Morgan’s girls, they walk around untouchable. I just wished that someone would just bring down their shoulders and inflict pain on them so that they would feel what they have been doing to others.They get away with everything, and no one ever calls it what it is.Privilege.Not the kind that comes from strength or honor but the kind that feeds on the weak, that thrives on cruelty.And I never, ever wanted that kind of power.I’ll stay a normal person even if it costs me everything.I sighed, brushing the dirt fro

OLENAThere he was, lounging on a wide leather couch like the throne of a god, his legs casually propped on the table before him. He wasn’t even looking at me, back turned, but he still knew I was there. Of course he did. He could probably smell my fear, my confusion… or the ache I kept trying to swallow.I sighed quietly and began walking toward him, each step echoing louder than the last. My heart thudded in my chest like a warning drum.I didn’t know what he wanted.But I knew better than to keep him waiting.“You called for me,” I said quietly, stopping a few feet from him.He didn’t answer right away. He leaned back on the couch, head tilted, one arm draped lazily over the side. A cigarette burned between his fingers, its smoke curling upward in slow spirals. His chest was bare, rising and falling with a calm, steady rhythm. When he finally looked at me, he exhaled, right in my direction.The smoke hit my face.I turned my head, blinking through the sting, but I didn’t say a word

ABRAHAMYeah, I missed her. Zubat did too, fluttering around like he was searching for her scent, crying out for the warmth of her hands. I missed teasing her, that spark in her eyes when she’d snap back. But damn, I still didn’t regret smashing that ugly necklace she wore like a curse. If I ever saw it again, I’d burn the damn thing to ashes, grind it into dust with my boots.“I stopped Charles from entering the castle,” Kane said, his voice low.“Why?” I snapped, turning to him so fast he flinched. My fists clenched on instinct. Olena had run. She was right there, and she slipped through my fingers because of him. I was so close. Fury crawled up my spine and coiled behind my teeth. I wanted to slap the reason out of him.“I apologize for being rational,” Kane muttered, lifting his chin like he meant it but barely meeting my eyes.“Get out of my face,” I growled, stepping toward him. “And show her her new room.”He lowered his head, spine stiff, and turned without a word, footsteps f