His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

The Abandoned Lycan Queen Novel 100

Deacon's POV

After Elena's car vanished from my site, I only let myself lose a little bit of control as I kicked the pebble near my feet.

I calmed myself first and walked my raging fumes off for a while before heaving a sigh and striding towards Desmond's office.

Standing in front of his door, I momentarily closed my eyes and told myself to keep calm knowing for sure that as soon as I entered there, Desmond and I would be in another unpleasant conversation.

Just as I raised my hand and was about to knock, I heard his voice as if he was waiting for me.

"Come in, lil' brother," he confidently called from the inside, and I never found him more annoying than ever.

Twisting the door's handle, I came in and stood right in front of his desk, where I found him buried in a document.

As soon as I arrived, he put it down, leaned back on his chair, and gave his undying attention to me.

"Well, well. I assume you've spoken to Elena?" he asked with that annoying smirk on his lips that I wanted nothing more than to rip off his face ruthlessly.

Clenching my jaw and fisting my hands in a ball at my sides to control my boiling blood, I coldly told him, "She has no interest in marrying you, so I suggest you just forget about all this absurd idea."

I thought he'd panic just a little, but he didn't even blink. In fact, he remained relaxed.

He's the King. He can do anything

completely unfazed. "She did, didn't

side of his desk, he took

any intention to verbally answer it as I was sure that he knew the

his smirk widened, I guessed it

desk. He looked at me with mocking eyes as he let out a small laugh, "Let me guess... she

as an answer. For some reason, I couldn't voice it out either because I couldn't help but be reminded

I thought he'd be disheartened by the idea of inarrying her, he, once again, proved

his head with great amusement before slowing down and staring at me intently. "And you, Deacon? What

felt the rage in me starting to run out of control. He knew my answer already but kept looking at me mockingly and

saw me as nothing more than

couldn't bring myself to utter those words as if saying them out loud would make

now, Deacon,'

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Chapter 100

my lips into a thin line and almost grudgingly

thought and tilted his head as he amusingly studied my face like I'm a freaking

sees you as a brother too?" he laughed mockingly as he gestured toward me, continuing, “And yet, here you stand, seething like a

closed my eyes and calmed myself. He was really testing

replied, "If that's