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The Abandoned Lycan Queen 68 2/2 Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Elena's POV I turned and saw Saige standing pretty on the side and shrugging her shoulders, caring less that Maise had lost patience. In fact, she even shrugged her shoulders and smiled, looking very excited about what was about to unfold.

His ego and position, which Maise stumped on without batting an eye, were damaged, causing Bryson to whip his head around so fast and throw a deadly glare at Maise.

His demeanor darkened, and his wolf's voice mixed into his own as he spoke, "And who do you think you are? You're nothing more than her worthless lapdog. What gives you the right to talk down to me?" I shook my head at that, knowing full well that he just made things out of hand with that remark.

Maise was far from a lapdog. She's a Custodes warrior, for goddess' sake, but of course, Bryson was so ignorant and full of himself to even know that. Heck, he wasn't even aware of who I really am.

She might not be a royal or high-ranking werewolf, but her years of training and badge as a warrior from Custodes made her strong enough to be at par even with the royals.

Unfazed, Maise let out a smirk and fearlessly stepped forward, intensifying the tension in the air.

Feeling the changes, Bryson involuntarily clenched his fists. In the blink of an eye, they were throwing punches at each other, makingstand up properly in supervision while the other nearby warriors caround to watch.

After a few minutes of letting them vent out their steam, I finally intervened.

"Enough!" I sharply and loudly called out to them as I stood in between them, catching both of their fists, completely halting their duel.

"Oh, con, I haven't even sweat yet," Maise commented purposely, taunting Bryson even more.

I sighed and stared at Bryson, silently shaking my head at his appearance. It's a great shfor him to not be able to win against Maise. What's more, he actually got hit a couple of times while Maise remained untouched. Bryson struggled back to his feet with a bruised face and wounded pride. "What the hell, Elena?" he asked with venom dripping from his tone.

"This is a campsite, and we are all on the sside. I already let you both vent out ssteam. What more do you want?" I sarcastically asked, but that only made him senda bloodshot glare even more.

"Glenda needs someone to save her, and all of you are just idling here!" he frustratedly shouted.

I was about to give him another riddle-like reply, but then I heard sounds from the forest. After listening for a while, I smirked in understanding.

Sighing, I gestured toward the forest and told Bryson, "Glenda is in the forest. The Moonblake Pack wants justice for their wrongfully killed Alpha heir. And if you had any sense, you'd realize they're not retreating because they want her. Think, Bryson. Why are the Rogues and that pack so desperate to capture her and her subordinates?" He stared blankly atbefore looking around, looking completely lost before he frustratedly looked back at me, snapping, "What are you talking about? What sounds? I don't hear anything!" Hearing him say that was like music in my ears.

Maise and Saige snickered behindwhile I coldly smirked, feeling victorious. "Exactly. That's why you're not in charge." 1/2 Chapter 68 Turning away, I was about to make the best of my time, but then he suddenly yankedback.

His eyes glint with helplessness as he pleadingly asked, "What exactly is going on? How did you know where Glenda was?" I yanked my arm out of his grasp and boldly replied, "Figure it out. Or don't. Either way, you'll know the truth soon enough."

A bitter smile flashed on his lips as he shook his head and looked atwith disdain as though he couldn't e recognize who was before him. M "You're ruthless, Elena. You'll do anything to satisfy your grudge, even if it means risking Glenda's life. This is about revenge, isn't it? Revenge for her taking your husband. Because I can't think of any reason why else you will be this messed up!"

Without warning, I raised my hand and slapped Bryson hard across his pathetic face-the soundedñoedm through the camp, and I could see from my peripheral vision how sof the warriors took a discreet and cautious step back. In a low and dangerous tone, I warned, "Careful, Bryson. You're treading on thin ice." Bryson involuntarily took a step back. I smirked as I saw how the adams apple in his neck moved as he swallowed his nerves with difficulty.

Nonetheless, he remained defiant and still responded in a wavering tone, "What? Did I say something wrong? You hate her so much you'd rather see her die than lift a finger to help."

"This has nothing to do with Glenda or your pathetic assumptions. This is about justice. And if you weren't so blinded by your own guilt, you'd see it, meaningfully said, clenching my hands into a fist and stopping myself halfway from slapping him back to his senses. Maise stepped forward and was about to punch at him, but I raised my hand and firmly stated, keeping my eyes on Bryson, "No. He's not worth it." Bryson's face had finally turned red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment, but after recovering, he asked in a low voice, "Justice? What justice?" Today's Bonus Offer GET IT NOW