His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

The Abandoned Lycan Queen Novel 63

Chapter 63

Elena's POV

"The Rogues are not going to release her, Elena! You know what they'll do to her!" Bryson pointed out, voice breaking in pain and frustration as he looked at me with bloodshed eyes filled with so much emotion - worry, anger, fear, helplessness, and frustration.

My eyes turned sharp as I felt pain cursing through my temples.

This useless conversation had been prolonged for so long already. We're almost going in circles. Every last bit of my patience was being tested, and all I wanted to do right now was push Bryson away or knock some sense of his empty head.

"And rushing in blindly will only get more people killed. Or have you forgotten the lives we've already lost today because of Glenda's impulsive decisions?", I asked, reminding him.

He clenched his fist and looked at me with disgust. "You're just using this as an excuse, aren't you? You've always hated Glenda, so now you are more than willing to leave her in the Rogue's hands for your vengeance!"

I stared at him blankly, silently thinking, 'Bryson, is this how low you think of me?'

'Oh Elena, how fool are you to fall for a bastard like him...' I asked myself, completely seeing how bad of a choice it was of mine to marry Bryson before.

I sighed, completely losing my energy to fight with him. "This has nothing to do with hate, Bryson. It's about strategy and survival. Do you think I'm happy about this? About sitting here doing nothing? But the truth is, attacking recklessly will only make things worse."

Blinded by hatred, all reason seemed to have left his brain.

"Oh, of course, you're always the

markers, playing with it in his hand. “Tell me, Elena, what grand strategy are you working on now? Because it sure looks

Cowardice?

proving to me more and more how provoking he could be just when I thought he was

worst.

even understand what's at stake here? I asked through gritted teeth. "Glenda put herself in this position. She defied orders, disrupted the formation, and now she's paying the

which caused a banging sound, and murderously glared at

her. But let me ask you something, Bryson. Do you believe you won the war in the South because of Glenda? Do you honestly think you got that victory with

by my sudden question, he blinked a few times in silence before asking with confusion and furrowed brows. "What are you trying

brute force. If not for a great strategy, then it only means that it was won by ugly, hard decisions that Glenda doesn't want anyone to know about. So, before you throw

Chapter 63

the

battle within himself as he

couple of times and looked around, almost

calmed down and looked at me angrily, not believing my words. "That's not true. You're

my lips. Raising my brows, asked, "Took

think? That this

in disbelief. "You're more naive

more infuriated hearing the words I

on the table, he looked me dead in

lips, "If you have something to say, then