His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

The Abandoned Lycan Queen Novel 45

Chapter 45

Elena's POV

After the last night of drama, Prince Deacon walked me to my tent, and I lay on my bed, letting sleep consume me. And for the first time in a long time, I felt very refreshed as the weight I was carrying was no longer as heavy as before.

Feeling energetic, I woke up and changed into my combat clothes before I tied my hair into a ponytail.

Since I woke up in a great mood and the weather seemed so nice outside, I planned to go for a morning run.

The warriors greeted me enthusiastically; some even offered me bread and drinks, but I respectfully rejected them, telling them I'd go for an exercise.

"I always thought Prince Deacon was a man of honor and discipline. I heard he had always been imperial and would give punishment and merits to those deserving despite rank. It's very disappointing that the god of war we looked up to is not as great as we thought he was."

"Indeep, I never imagined that our kingdom would be lowered to this. How can they easily hand outranks based on familial merits? Warriors underwent training and sacrifices to be deserving, but what about her? Where are her battle scars? What can she be proud of?"

1 halted at one behind the tents newly arranged at the back lawn where the new troops bought by Bryson and Glenda were staying and wiped off my sweat. My brows furrowed as I beat them, talking about Prince Deacon.

At first, my blood boiled, thinking they were badmouthing him, but when I heard more of their words, I scoffed, realizing what it was really about.

What a petty tricks!

other tricks but to make schemes instead of fighting fair and

leaned back on one of the trees near me, basking under the sunlight while enjoying how Glenda sailed her made-up stories into rumors

hard to be here, yet she just gets promoted because of her father? As much as I respected Alpha Dooley, this is still not acceptable! Guess it's nice to be privileged and not have to earn anything," another warrior commented as he grabbed one

how the others nodded like puppets and how they agreed so easily, I shook my head and finally decided

come out.

couple of times before I fully relaxed. Once I had my composure, I

as I taunted, "A good warrior questions only what matters on the battlefield and not whispers in the wind like

stood up, one asking, "What do you mean

from the barbeque stick and shook my head, thinking, “As a warrior, shouldn't they be smarter

but I knew better than to act the role Glenda wanted me to be

the warriors in the other group stood up and joined us. He was buff and had tattoos on his arm. He

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without hesitation or fear, his arrogance vividly reeking on

his brow and kept his chin up, challengingly asking, “You might be right, but don't you think you owe us a little proof? We haven't seen all

before I pointed out, "Exactly, you haven't seen anything yet, and you

and dominance as I added, "If you seek proof, then

the other warriors were staying. "Then... by all means, ask those who have

the more disappointed I became. They didn't even have the basic manners to greet the stationed warriors on this border and isolated

arrogant as their