His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

The Abandoned Lycan Queen 42 Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Deacon's POV Elena and I stayed in that position for a while. I let her cry every single tear she had been withholding back for as long as she had tried to, even at the expense of drenching my shirt.

My heart clenched as I heard her cry as if I was as heartbroken as she was. If only I could share half of her pain, I'd do so in a heartbeat. No... I'd even take all of it for her.

Once she felt better and loosened her hold on me, I stood up and took off my shirt, not minding that I was now shirtless. After all, it was normal for male werewolves to be shirtless, especially during training.

Having six brothers with her as she grew up, I'm sure she's very used to it already.

I opened one of the boxes on the corner of the tent and dug deep for the finest wines in there, along with two wine glasses. Sitting on her opposite side, I filled the glasses and handed one to her.

"Thank you... I sure needed this," she forced a smile after letting out a small joke that was obviously a half-truth. As she sipped through her glass, I observed her face. There were dark circles under her eyes, her cheeks and nose were red, and her eyes were swelling.

Now, I understood how she had changed so much-how the young, vibrant girl I used to watch happily jumping and joyously joying around at Ironpaw Pack's yard had turned into a strong and fearless warrior.

At a young age, she had been through a lot and experienced a lot of tragedy and betrayal most of her sage wouldn't have gone through. All the pain and grief built up inside her dimmed the light that used to beam around her.

Upon that realization, something stirred within me, waking up my inner urge to protect her at all costs. Watching her gulp down the glass of wine in one drink, I smiled and did the same.

The more I know about her, the more I admire her. Despite everything, she managed to be strong and keep her cool for so long, facing everything on her own while still letting out a smile and selflessly helping and comforting others.

I didn't notice that I was shamelessly staring at her for so long until when she put her glass down and cleared her throat, "Ask away." "What?" I asked, blinking.

"Your face is filled with many questions. What do you want to know?" This time, she poured herself another drink. Taking a deep breath, I replied while she filled her glass. "I want to know it all, Elena. The marriage, the massacre, the divorce... and everything that happened in between. Everything you went through." She momentarily halted her movements and looked at me.

Did I ask for too much? "If you can't tell then-" My words were cut off when she nodded her head and replied in a small voice, "Okay." As she started to retell her side of the story, I kept my mouth shut and listened to each word, which revealed layers of injustice and cruelty she faced.

"I only learned about my father and brother's deaths when cdown from the Custodes. Learning their Chapter 42 sacrifice, I told my Mom that I wanted to chere and continue the battle my father hadn't finished, but..." She let out a small smile filled with nothing but pain. "But then... she started crying her eyes out. She didn't wantto go. She beggedto stay and not follow my father's and brothers' paths. Instead, she wantedto get married, have children, and lead a stable life. A life away from the continuous risk of getting killed." Elena let out a bitter laugh and looked at me. "How can I refuse that?" After another drink, she nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders and continued, "So, she hired someone to arrange a marriage for me, and there we found Bryson." I twirled the glass I had in my hand and took a sip, softly commenting, "From what I remember, you weren't that obedient. Don't getwrong, you're a great daughter, but not someone to be forced into marriage." "You're right," she laughed a little before it turned into a frown again. "But then, our pack was only left with the elderly and weak she-wolves. I promised my Mom that I'd be a great Luna and marry. The agent she hired to helpget married found us many candidates, but we ended up choosing Bryson because of two reasons."

She let out a mocking laugh laced with bitterness and self-blas she m gulped an entire glass again and frustrated ran her fingers through her hair. "That liar promised he won't have a mistress and that he would treatwell." "And the other reason?" I encourage her to speak further.

"He's a warrior, but being their pack a small one and not greatly recognized, my mother knew he wouldn't be sent on battles. At the thought, he'd be on reserve instead, so she felt reassured." She shook her head after, "But then fate played a game, and things didn't go as we expected." I watched in pain as her hand trembled in anger, and her chest rose and fell in heavy breath. "One year! For one year, I supported that cheater." Tears once again ran through her cheeks. I let go of the wine glass and gripped my chair so tightly that it was starting to break in my palms, but I didn't dare stop her from letting out her anger and sharing her burdens.

"For a year, I swallowed my dignity and took care of his sick mother. I m built up his pack into glory and withstand all of his sister's bullying. I even used my own inheritance to finance their pack and cure her mother, and what do I get?" She looked atwith eyes drowning with pain, "He cback with another woman on her side and a permit for another marriage..." Her voice was almost unbearable to hear with all the pain and grudge audible on it before she drank one more glass after another.

How could they treat her like this?! I didn't stop her from drinking and let her have her fill to numb her sorrows while my eyes dimmed with fury, silently vowing that I'd make all of those who gave her pain pay a hundred times more than what she experienced.

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