His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

The Abandoned Lycan Queen Novel 41

Chapter 41

Elena's POV

Though Bryson and Glenda had their arms linked together, Bryson managed to delay his step for half a second, just enough time for him to cast one last glance back at me

Something in my heart flickered as I saw regret in his eyes before he vanished from my sight.

Don't be stupid, Elena!

I wanted to smack and scold myself for feeling a fierce pain jolting in my heart whenever I encounter Bryson.

He betrayed me, and I had already rejected him, and together with that was my vow to bury every last bit of my feelings for him. I freed him and myself the second I divorced him, which was why it frustrate me inside whenever I felt pain in my heart whenever I see him.

"Of course, whether you want it or not, he became a part of us, and once upon a time, we loved him," Ava reasoned.

I blocked her out without wanting to hear Ava's logical and truthful explanation.

When the doors closed, Deacon approached me, his eyes searching my face with surprising tenderness.

Though Bryson and Glenda left the room, a tense silence remained. I could still feel others' lingering gaze upon me, but the grief and pain I was trying to hide earlier had now resurfaced, overwhelming my every being and making everything around me blur out.

"Are you alright?" Prince Deacon finally voiced out his thoughts. His voice remained gentle and cautious even as he weighed how I was feeling.

I raised my eyes and met his, which took my breath away. Like always, there was a gentleness in his eyes, but what caught me off guard was the sadness in his mesmerizing brown eyes, seemingly mirrored my grief.

lay to form a wall around me shuttered into small pieces, completely diminishing the wall between us. My heart trembled, and the tears I'd been withholding for so long welled up in the

hurriedly rubbed my eyes dry, not caring that it started to get hurt or that

uttered, pulling my hands away from my

already cried so much for Bryson - a man not worthy of my time, let alone my tears. I wouldn't cry

like Uncle Harold, who was waiting for

Harold uttered softly as he pushed a chair toward me,

thanked him for.

and narrated

never thought I'd come to recount the pain of the massacre, but they deserve to know

rushed back, praying it was fake news. But when I got there..." my voice trembled as my fingertips dipped into the wooden

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Chapter 41

side, but the hunting images of those days filled my mind, and no comfort or hold could make me feel

continued to retell with difficulty, "It was a scene of pure bloodshed. My mother... my young nephews, the Omegas who had been with our family for years... they were all gone. T-they're bodies were ruthlessly left in the pool of their own blood and almost unrecognizable from all the cuts

The distinctive metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils as I took every step nearer the inside of the pack, and the chilling

I had felt back then seemingly still

the others looking at me with pain and sadness, but I

towards me. He pushed one of my arms away from the armrest and sat on it before

heal the pain in my heart, but it was enough to keep me

he loosened his hold a little and lowered his head near

know which Rogues

as my discussion with Jayden, my Beta