His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

Abandoned Lycan Queen Novel 64

Elena's POV

Bryson took a quick step back while my eyes remained on Prince Deacon, whose eyes had traveled down to my wrist, which had a mild mark from Bryson's tightened grip

His jaws clenched into anger as he raised his hand and gently touched the marks on my wrist. Looking deep into my eyes, he asked, "Are you okay?"

I shook my head and gave a small smile. "I'm fine. It's nothing.

Still not letting go of my wrist, he turned his head sharply at Bryson. "Is the mess you and your wife had done not enough that you are making a fuss here now?”

Bryson's earlier fury against me had momentarily faltered, but the intensity of his eyes was still there.

In disbelief, he asked, "Prince Deacon, you can't seriously be siding with her. Glenda needs us" Prince Deacon stood before him and cut him off, "Glenda defied orders, Bryson. She made her choice. If you're determined to find her, take your people and go. But don't expect anyone else to clean up her mess."

My eyes widened at his suggestion. I looked at him in shock, wondering if he was really serious about what he said, but his face showed no emotions, and his eyes were dimmed with an authoritative demeanor.

Caught off guard by Prince Deacon's indifference, Bryson bewilderingly asked, "You can't be saying... You're saying that...I should go alone?"

Prince Deacon merely shrugged and pulled me back inside, guiding me to my seat as he did on the other chair beside me.

I watched in silence as he looked casually at Bryson, replying while gesturing with his hand to go on, "You're the one with the searing to save her. Either you lead as an example to show how it's done as you find it so easy, so shut up. But let me clarify. You won't drag Elena hand her people or mine into this."

become from his suppressed rage. "So that's it? You'll just

demeanor became colder as he leaned forward, elbows on the armrest and hands clasped together. His eyes

that came from his throat were as deep as the ocean and cold as ice: "That's right. You came to aid, and instead, you

difficulty as he took a step

don't want to test how far my patience goes tonight, Bryson. Or are you questioning m, authority now, too?" Prince Deacon continued, narrowing his eyes as he spoke with authority

gaze away from Prince Deacon, intimidated by his demeanor. Shoulders slamming down in defeat, he

he gave me one last glare before angrily turning around and leaving the tent, harshly closing the fabric door. His heavy footsteps could

eyes, thinking,

held my

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Chapter 64

to it. His hand suddenly landed on my shoulder, gently pushing me back to my

at me with a softened expression and commanded,

I raised my brows. "Why?

be likely

head as though to gesture that it was the end of the discussion." You'll understand soon enough. For now, just

eyes, seemingly staring deep into my soul and sucking me in. There's so much trust in them that I couldn't even bear to

head slowly and decided to blindly trust him. "Alright.

all, what harm could it bring? He's the prince and the god of war. So far, all his decisions have been nothing but great. If it weren't for those ridiculous couple,

he nodded and smiled with satisfaction. Tapping my head lightly, he instructed, " Good.