His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

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.'

>>

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

that's what you say." He then patted

for what

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

Bryson was one of my best decisions in life, and it

Bryson was my door to freedom. It completely separated me from the toxic binds

mischievous glint formed on my lips as I swiveled my brows and added, "Seeing Glenda gritting in jealousy and Bryson fuming mad whenever they see me unbothered with what happened was

and jealousy. Despite the glory and honor she received as a warrior, she always wanted more

to encourage and give hope to others, Glenda had chosen to mock and belittle me for what she'd

on others only because

a surge of determination

that I would never

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

I shared it with Prince Deacon. "My father had worked tirelessly and brought honor to Ironpaw Pack. We were known for bravery and loyalty. It's the legacy he passed down to me and my pack, and I refused to damage that by sinking

he kept staring at me with a huge smile that reached

toast. Despite

put the rim of the glass on his lips, he replied, "You're amazingly

low of an alcohol level to be even called an

got me! 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 Saige. "Cut

serious again, "My family won't ever

Elena. I know you'll do your family's name justice and bring light to what really happened that led to that massacre," he replied

quiet resolve, he added, "And I'll help you. I'll look into the southern battlefield. Whatever caused the

heart clenched at the mention of the southern

was sincere, yet 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, and the formed rebellion here in the