Semua Bab ABRAHAM — The Lycan King: Bab 81 - Bab 90

OLENAI didn’t really get what he meant, but when I looked ahead, I saw Zinnia and June with their heads bowed. I quickly did the same without thinking.“I... I’m sorry, King,” I said quietly.He scoffed. I saw his boots shift, and suddenly he was right next to me. He bent down and looked me straight in the face. A soft, amused chuckle came from him.He raised his hand like he was going to pat my shoulder. I moved slightly to the side, pretending not to notice. His hand hung in the air for a moment, then dropped back down. Without saying anything, he walked away.When Zinnia and June lifted their heads, I did too. We started walking again. Zinnia kept looking back, her mouth open like she couldn’t believe what just happened.“Wow,” she whispered, eyes wide. “Even with his hair tied back, he’s still so hot... Morgan’s really lucky.”June and I looked at each other and shook our heads, trying not to laugh. “I’m telling you, he’s not all that,” I said, brushing past Zinnia as we walked

ABRAHAM My head was pounding like it was being split in two. I pressed both hands to the sides of my head, fingers digging in like I could somehow squeeze the pain away. I tried to keep it fine because I didn’t want my beta and zeta to see me like this. This time, I broke my own rule. I left without the usual guards, bringing only Kane, Catzn, and Olena the only ones still standing after forcing their way through the barrier. Not that I had much of a choice anymore, I wasn’t even allowed to bring guards. Olena sat in the back, staring out the window. Her eyes looked empty, like she wasn’t really seeing anything. Her hands were clenched around her gown so tightly her knuckles had gone pale. Her jaw was tight. She didn’t say a word. I'm sure my little fairy is upset with me, though I don't understand why she's acting like she didn’t enjoy it too. From the first time I took her virginity, it felt like the sweetest thing that had ever happened to me, like the bond between us became ev

OLENA“Silver hair, silver eyes, silver lashes… what a rare one,” one of them whispered as he looked at me like I was some strange object instead of a person.They stood there like something out of a nightmare. Thick black paint ran from their foreheads down past their eyes, and their chests rose and fell like they were breathing pure anger. They didn’t move, just watched and waited.Before I could even react, Abraham moved. His arm shot forward, fingers spread wide. Suddenly, thick black smoke burst from his palm, rushing at them like a wave of darkness. It hit hard, knocking them all off their feet. Their bodies flew back, rolling across the floor like rag dolls.My eyes found the gun lying a few feet away. I grabbed it with shaking hands and held on tightly, even though I didn’t know how to use it but just in case.“You…” I swallowed, my voice shaky as I looked at Abraham. “You still haven’t told me why we’re here.”He stepped closer without saying a word. His eyes locked on mine a

OLENAI found myself whispering under my breath just to break the silence, just to feel less alone in this room that felt like it was holding its breath.I took another slow, shaky inhale. It sounded too loud in my ears.I swear to the Goddess, I wanted to run. Every instinct screamed at me to turn and bolt.But I couldn’t.Not with Abraham still outside barely standing, blood slipping from the corner of his mouth, his body swaying like he was fighting just to stay on his feet.His eyes, half-lidded, kept flicking to me watching everything I was doing or trying to do. Barely conscious, but still holding on.So I stayed.I scanned the room. My eyes dragged across the walls, the floor, the cracked toilet, and the bone-thin skeleton, hunched like it had been waiting for someone for years.It stared at me and a chill ran down my spine. But I kept going.“Check the tiles,” Abraham rasped from outside, his voice hoarse and barely audible.I crouched slowly, fingers brushing along the edges

OLENA The next morning, I stood still in front of a wide tree, its bark dark and cracked like old stone, hidden deep in the forest. My fingers brushed over the soft fabric of the white gown clinging to my frame. Medea had sewn it herself, or so she said. She stood beside me, arms crossed, eyes locked on the same tree.“Do it again,” she said.I sighed, my shoulders sinking as I looked at her, then back at the tree. Heat rose to my cheeks. I dropped my hands to my sides, curled my fingers into fists, and drew in a slow breath through my nose.I closed my eyes. The wind rustled the leaves above us. A bird cried out in the distance. My chest rose and fell as I tried to feel something or anything stir inside me.Medea said I had power. That it was buried deep and waiting. I had no idea how to reach it, how to call it forward, but she promised to teach me. So we stood here, in the middle of the woods, trying again.Still nothing. I opened my eyes and stared at the tree, empty-handed, empt