His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

The Abandoned Lycan Queen Novel 69

hapter 69

Glenda's POV

'What are those?' I asked as I slowly stirred awake with a dull ache pounding in my head.

I could hear the echoes of laughter and the deafening screams all around me, but

I could not open my eyes yet. I groaned in pain as it slowly registered to me, the pain radiating all over my body.

As the burning sensation finally radiated all over me, I screamed, and my eyes opened in a jolt. I looked around in panic and found around ten of my subordinates in their worst condition. They were bound by chains on their ankles and almost looked dead. Blood was dripping from their countless non-healing wounds, and they lay on the dirty floor with shallow breathing.

The room was a disgusting, wet, and cold abandoned place. The air smelled like damp earth, sweat, and blood mixed together.

I tried to struggle free, and that's when I realized that I was bound by chains against the wall with my wrists and ankles tied. I clenched my jaws as I saw the burnt marks from the silver chains tightly wrapped around my limbs.

What happened? How did we end up here?

Closing my eyes, the series of events flashed before me, crushing through my brain like sharp knives, making me scream as I recalled what had happened.

"Get off me!" That was my last straw as I used every force I could master and set myself free from Bryson's hold.

My eyes wandered around, and I saw Elena and Prince Deacon fighting side by side, which immediately made my boiling blood run on fire. Fuming with madness, I ran toward the main camp of the Rogues with one thought in mind, "The glory would be mine and mine alone!"

Prince Deacon was ahead of me which made me frustrated but a smirk immediately formed on my lips when I noticed the general commander of the Rogues escaping.

I ran after him and called out, "Where do you think you're running to?"

and raised his hands in surrender, making my heart pound with excitement. Victory was almost within

a devilish smirk instead

the back of

I fell into their trap

cowards!" I cursed under my

to take me down. "I'll make them regret

see you're awake," a menacing voice echoed as the door opened, and five Rogues

No!

narrowed my eyes

they weren't Rogues but werewolves. And by the thirst for revenge in their eyes, I'd make the best guess

they merely let

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looked around and was slightly alarmed at how

as close

them commented

approached the lined-up silver torture weapons at the side, intentionally

looked at him with fierce eyes, bravely mocking, You think you won? Traitors! Colluding with Rogues? You're

of the pack members, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a scar running across his cheek, steps forward. He looked down at me with a sneer, mocking, "Still got fight in you, I see. That arrogance in you brought

echoing harshly in the confined space. I glared at them,

anger.

just fucking cowards trying to do something far from your capabilities. Isn't that why you seek

silver dart knives

before I knew it, I was screaming at the top of my lungs as

"General..."