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.

every brick I 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 corner of my eyes,

to cry and hurriedly rubbed my

hurt yourself," Prince Deacon concernly uttered,

time, let alone my tears. I wouldn't cry for him anymore or any other matters. From now on, I have

looked around every warrior like Uncle Harold, who was waiting for more details about my mother's death that they

softly as he pushed a chair

thanked him for.

the armrest as I recalled and narrated

I'd come to recount the pain of

in the Swiftridge Pack, when I got the news... that the Irownpaw Pack was attacked. I immediately rushed back, praying it was fake news. But when I got there..." my voice trembled as my fingertips dipped into

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Chapter 41

felt Prince Deacon's steady presence at my side, but the hunting images of those days filled my mind, and no

been with our family for years... they were all gone. T-they're

the memory of that day wash over me... The distinctive metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils as I took every step nearer the inside of the pack, and the chilling silence that had taken over what was

my eyes, the pain I had felt back then seemingly still felt

pain and sadness, but I paid them no attention as

the armrest and sat on it before he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into a comforting embrace filled with warmth and

enough to keep me at bay and

his hold a little and lowered his

which Rogues did

cursed through my veins as my discussion with Jayden, my Beta in Ironpaw