The Woman Ruler of the Altan Clan

Chapter 110 Almost Known

Shanum turns off the shower, and faucets the sink. He picked up the kimono towel available in the bathroom storage, put it on in haste, then headed for the door with long strides.

Shanum was annoyed by the sudden actions of the person disturbing his calmness, making him want to vent his anger by punching anyone in the face of the person.

Shanum turned the key and opened the door. He stared at the figure before him. In front of the door was already standing Avraam with a stiff and cold expression. Shanum's chest was pounding, he tried to cover up his anxiety by displaying a huffed-up look on his face.

"What's wrong? Why are you interrupting my bath time? I couldn't dry my whole body properly. Good thing I didn't slip because I was in a hurry to the door." Shanum ruffled his waist while glaring sharply.

Avraam squinted his eyes. He circulated his gaze to Shanum's body, starting from the top, down, up again, and back to his face. Throughout the exploration of his eyes, the man found Shanum wearing a makeshift bath kimono with water dots still visible on his face and neck. Shanum's remark about the rush was clearly emblazoned in the man's eyes from the appearance he saw.

Shanum was puffed up when he saw the man's jaw move in swallowing, his eyes focused to a single point in the middle of his chest. Shanum reflexively pulls tightly the folds of the kimono, trying to correct its location that may be slightly open, and becomes the man's consumption.

Huh, you man. Everywhere is the same. Can't keep a look.

Shanum grumbled in his heart. I want him to look into the man's eyes. If not for the scary look that Avraam is showing, maybe it has been done by him since.

Avraam snorted loudly seeing Shanum close something interesting in his eyes, then pushed Shanum aside and entered unexcusedly into the room. "Close door!" avraam orders rudely while looking around the room, then heading for the bathroom.

Shanum looked at the anger in the depths of the man's eyes. Staring at her fiercely, as if the man knew that she had just done something forbidden, which was to contact Khan, her husband.

Shanum closed the door loudly, then crossed it. "What's this?" Shanum repeated his question. His eyes flashed ferociously, unwilling to show the anxiety hidden in the depths of his heart.

"Is there anything you want to tell me, Shanum?" Avraam looked sharply. Radar danger sign resounded loudly on Shanum's head. It was impossible for that man to know right away. Though he had already shortened the duration and covered up his actions well.

They both looked fiercely. "The forbidden act you hid behind me. Perhaps," urged the man.

Shanum tried to show a flat face, so as not to read that he was actually nervous to death. "I don't understand what you're saying?" shanum shrugged his shoulders.

Avraam approached, he pulled Shanum's shoulder, then brought the face closer to him. Avraam rubbed Shanum's cheek with the tip of his fingers as he said, "It seems I sniffed the lie in this room," he said in a stern voice. The man shifted his words towards Shanum's jaw.

Shanum snorted, accepting the swipe change in the jaw into a firm grip on his chin. The pain began to take hold, in place of the intense pressure that Avraam exerted. If the man continues his squeeze, maybe his jaw will break.

Avraam's rude attitude made Shanum shocked, it turns out that he fell into the hands of the man who kept the brutal rudeness behind his sweet mouth full of attention. He should have been suspicious ever since the man had invited him to fight earlier. He should not be complacent by the good attitude given by the man.

Shanum's heart felt increasingly hard pounding his chest. He was busy thinking of various reasons to cover up his forbidden deeds earlier. Shanum didn't want to die silly at the man's hands. She still wants to live and share her life with her husband. They have just been married one day, not willing to feel immediately separated by death.

"Let go! You hurt me!" hiss Shanum endured the pain.

Avraam's dark eyes suddenly turned blue. The man froze for a moment, then slowly released his grip quickly. He took a step back. His face was flat indecipherable, with both arms still clenched tightly on both sides of his body. The dark emotions still ruled the man.

Shanum rubbed his sore jaw slowly. "I'm not lying. I actually took a shower, cleaned my dirty body from fighting with your duplicate!" Shanum's voice sounded a little loud and panted, he half-deadly covered his nervousness with emotion.

"If you're just taking a shower, how can this necklace of yours light up? Tell me the truth, quickly! Before I punish you." Avraam pulled the necklace from his pocket and brandished it in front of Shanum's face. The necklace was still brightly lit, blinding the eyes of anyone who saw it.

Shanum swallowed his saliva. His tongue suddenly fell. How could the necklace be lit up so suddenly? Was it because he contacted Khan through their bond? And strangely why is it still burning?

"Why are you quiet?! You must be covering something up for me." The man smirked cruelly.

Shanum smiled faintly. Understanding began to appear in his mind. The man didn't know, he was just second-guessing it seemed, based on a necklace that kept shining brightly.

Shanum raised his chin. "It's possible that the necklace realized that I was in danger, so it lit up brightly." Shanum stared at Avraam sharply. "So, what torture are you planning against me, Avraam?" ask Shanum.

The man did not answer. He squinted his eyes, the situation lasted for a few suffocating seconds. The two fought a suspicious look. Then Avraam grinned. "What do you want torture from me, sweetie? I will fulfill your wish. Maybe your husband is too cowardly to do that to you."

Shanum was stunned, his face flushed red. He was suddenly at a loss for words. The crazy man instead threw a question that made him want to vomit. Who wants to be tortured. He was a Masochist, thirsty for pain.

"Bas crazy, I'm not a person who has lost sanity like you," Shanum snapped.

Avraam raised his eyebrows, then his mouth widened, he chuckled.

"Your compliments make me so horny, beautiful. I can't wait to make you mine."

Shanum growled furiously. "Go! You disgust me so much." Shanum stomped his feet, then headed for the door. Open it wide, driving the man away.

Avraam still laughed loudly half ridiculing. "We'll continue later, sweetie. But remember, I'm not done with you." The man then turned his body and left the room.

"Never come back, you bastard!" his yell.

Shanum instantly closed the door, he leaned behind the door by massaging his forehead. His breathing still felt heavy, like running a marathon. His emotions were soaring, hearing Avraam's words.

Adri, please save me. It seems like I would go crazy if I continued to be here.

While wearing clothes, she remembers Khan, her husband. Shanum misses the man and is afraid of not being able to see him again. The water dripping in the corner of his eyes was allowed to flow without being rubbed.

Shanum climbed onto the bed, pulled the blanket over and then curled up tightly to form a ball, facing one side. The sound of sobs was getting louder in the room. To make anyone who hears it feel a deep sense of sadness from it.

Adria...

His inner scream could no longer be dammed. All the courage he felt from the beginning was gone. He felt helpless, a feeling he had experienced when Khan was injured back at him. Her chest felt tight, she wanted to sleep and wished that when she woke up all this was just a series of nightmares. A nightmare he had been having for a long time.

Meanwhile somewhere else, a man gasped from his daydream. The book in his grasp just slipped away. He held his head, then turned to his chest. For a moment, he heard the screams of his wife calling his name. The sound made his chest ache.

Shashas... My darling...

Khan still holds his chest. His pulse was getting more crazy, to make his fingers tremble. Khan tried to call his wife through their bond, but nothing, Shanum did not answer. Bad feelings rule him. Khan knew something dangerous was happening to his soulmate.

Khan began to beat his chest violently, when felt by him, the pain did not also disappear by adjusting his breath. And that extreme action was seen by Eej, his mother.

"What are you doing, son? Stop that action!" Eej pulls Khan's arm and tries to block it with his hand. The woman had intended to find out the search results of a secret tracker sent by Khan to search for Shanum, but instead found her son was hurting his own body in front of a stack of books, on his study desk.

The woman stared at Khan with anxious eyes. "What's up, son?"

"Sickness, Eej. My chest hurts," Khan said, gasping. "I felt the roaring cry my wife uttered. That guy must have been torturing her. What am I supposed to do, Eej? This is torturing me."

Khan looked at his mother with a troubled look. Her son is connected to her partner, and she knows the taste of it, because she had experienced it first with her husband.

Eej removed Khan's arm, then switched to smothering his son's head while wiping his hair. "Shhh. Don't fight. You should hold her gently, like a lover."

Eej gave his instructions slowly in a soft voice. "It still can't communicate with Shanum?"

"Already," replied Khan quietly. The pain in his chest began to move away, in rhythm with the directions and strokes he received from Eej.

Eej let go of his provisions and looked into Khan's eyes with a soft half-confused expression. "If you've managed to contact him why are you tormented like this, son?"

"Shasha called me just for a second, Eej. He just said that he was in a city belonging to the Erebos Clan."

"Klan Erebos?" Eej parrot.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Isn't that clan extinct for a long time, son?" Eej pulled up a chair near Khan and sat down next to his son. His face was interested in hearing his son's words.

"You know about the clan, Eej." Khan's eyes flashed hope.

"I don't really understand, I only heard the story from your father when he was gathering information from the rebels he captured."

"Tell me what you know, Eej," insisted Khan.

Eej shook his head. "Your father did not tell me in detail, son. He just said that he found the emblem of the extinct Erebos Clan in the body of one of the rebels."

"That's all, Eej? You sure?" khan urged again in the hope that his mother would find out more, so that he could soon find the location of his wife.

"You're sure Dad didn't say anything about that clan or maybe the location of the city?"

Eej nodded her head while smiling bitterly.

Khan took a breath. His mother did not have the information he needed at this time. He had already attempted to search by reading books on the history of the clan, and had not found a single reference to that cursed Clan. Khan's body was suffocated, his search still ended in a dead end.

"Hmmm, it seems like I know where to look for information. We have to go to the secret library, son."

Khan stunned. "There really is a library, Eej?"

"Of course there is" Eej said enthusiastically. "You coming, son?"

"Surely," Khan replied briefly.

"Okay, we're going to Och." Eej instantly cast a protection cancellation spell and opened the portal. He turned towards Khan with a smile. The woman extended her hand. Khan received the speech while nodding his head. Then the two people disappeared behind a glittering light called a portal, towards Och, the city of witches belonging to the Altan Clan.