The Abandoned Lycan Queen Novel 43

Chapter 43

Elena's POV

Before I knew it, I already lost count of the glasses I drank. Luckily, Prince Deacon only gave me a wine, and the fact that I wasn't drunk after all that made me realize that it only had a low alcohol level.

Narrowing my eyes, I looked at him to scold him, but then was gritted by his dimmed eyes filled with fury and his fingers with stains of blood on them.

"What happened?" Panic coursed through my body. Hurriedly, I leaned forward and grabbed his hand, examining his fingers.

But when I lifted up his hand, I found that the side of the armrest of the chair he was sitting on was chipped.

I was so drawn into expressing my pain and burden to him that I didn't think of how it might have affected him. He must have been angry upon hearing about all the mishaps I've experienced, considering how righteous he was.

Feeling guilty, I grabbed my handkerchief and wiped off the blood from his fingers to find that it had already healed. Indeed, he's a Lycan, healing way faster than werewolves.

"Thank you..." I whispered while continuing to wipe the blood from his hand.

"I didn't do anything."

I laughed at that. "No, you did a whole lot more than you imagined. Thank you for listening.'

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It wasn't a lie, though. After telling him everything, the heaviness I'd been carrying over my shoulders was lifted off, and the clench in my heart had loosened enough for me to breathe.

After a long time, I felt so relieved. Even Ava, who had been silently dwelling on my sorrows, felt better.

helped me, I still had to

say." He then

for what

It warmed my heart, but I shook my head at him. He's the prince, and he has many

"There's no need Besides, divorcing Bryson

It completely separated me from the toxic

A mischievous glint formed on my lips as I swiveled my brows and added, "Seeing Glenda gritting in

Glenda, she had been reeking with envy and jealousy. Despite the glory and honor she received as a warrior, she always wanted more and felt

the kingdom's first female general to encourage and give hope to others, Glenda had chosen to mock and belittle

only because she was a high-ranking warrior. Chapter

on that, I felt a surge of determination rose within me.

the Moon Goddes that I would never become like

I leaned back and proudly smiled as my father's teachings flashed

were known for bravery and loyalty. It's the legacy he passed down to me and my pack, and I

kept staring at me with a huge smile that reached

his glass, asking me for a toast. Despite my confusion, I grabbed mine and clung to the glass

of the glass on his lips,

you cheated, and this wine has too low of an alcohol level to be even called an alcohol. There's no way you're drunk right now

Rules are rules, right?" he uttered, winking at me, subtly reminding me of the first night he caught me sneaking a drink with Maise and

took another sip before getting serious again, "My family won't ever

your family's name justice and bring light to what really happened that led

look into the southern battlefield. Whatever caused

at the mention of the

truth about that was tangled in deep conspiracies, like a web of lies and messed up schemes. Glenda and Bryson's victory, the rise of Rogues, the massacre of my pack,

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