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The Abandoned Lycan Queen 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, makingscream 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 ofwhich madefrustrated 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?" He halted on his feet and raised his hands in surrender, making my heart pound with excitement. Victory was almost within my grasp.

But when he turned around, I saw a devilish smirk instead of the dismay I was expecting to see on his face. "Wha-" Before I could question him, something hit the back of my head and I lost consciousness.

Remembering how I fell into their trap madegrit my teeth in anger.

"Those cowards!" I cursed under my breath.

They actually colluded with Rogues to takedown. "I'll make them regret this," I vowed silently.

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

No! I narrowed my eyes and sniffed the air.

"You fucking cowards!" I angrily shouted after confirming that they weren't Rogues but werewolves. And by the thirst for revenge in their eyes, I'd make the best guess and say they're from Moonblake Pack.

Instead of feeling remorse, they merely let out a laugh.

1/3 Chapter 69 I looked around and was slightly alarmed at how my warriors squirmed at the mere sight of them, crawling back as close to the wall in fright, them commented "It's about time! It's getting boring torturing a lifeless doll!" one as he stretched his neck and approached the lined-up silver torture weapons at the side, intentionally sliding his hand slowly on each item to bring fear in me. Like hell, they could makeafraid! I spit and looked at him with fierce eyes, bravely mocking, You think you won? Traitors! Colluding with Rogues? You're a disgrace to your kind!" One of the pack members, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a scar running across his cheek, steps forward. He looked down atwith a sneer, mocking, "Still got fight in you, I see. That arrogance in you brought you in trouble in the first place. It's tto put you in place." The group laughed, their voices echoing harshly in the confined space. I glared at them, feeling no fear but all anger.

Scoffing, I replied, "Do your worst. You're just fucking cowards trying to do something far from your capabilities. Isn't that why you seek help from the Rogues?" The one on the side grabbed the bag of silver dart knives and laughed devilishly. "And yet you are the one rotting in chains..." Their laughter grew louder, and before I knew it, I was screaming at the top of my lungs as one knife after another struck me.

"General..." "Shut up!" I shouted in a weak voice as one of the wounded warriors tried to call my nas if that would help us.

The members of Moonblake Pack laughed and were excited upon hearing my weakened voice. "You bitch can still speak?"

Upon saying that, my head was again dipped into the barrel for the nth.

m time. I was no longer chained but i was so weak to fight them. They've cursedcountlessly while punishingin so many ways. They'd drownor useas a target for their darts and knives, even putting score on my body and having a fucking competition. I never felt so humiliated in my life.

"You fucking bastards. I'd kill you!" I cursed with conviction after they m pulled my head back up but then a seream fromfollowed as another one of them pulled my head harshly and threwto the side. "Hold her up!" A demanding voice sounded as the one who had been watching from the side finally stood up, causingto feel a pint of fear.

I'd say he's a high-ranking wolf by the demeanor radiating in him. He pulled out something from and my eyes widened in immense fear from the side of it.

fireplace I tried struggling but the two men holdingwere beyond my strength.

"That's right. Cry... Cry and remorse until you wish you killed yourself before you caused someone's death!" The man in charge uttered in a calm but cold and deadly voice as he raised the marking steel with "Sicarius" on it, ready to mark it on my forehead. "No!" I shouted.

He merely smirked and marked my forehead, saying, "Everyone ought to know you're a murderer and not a 2/3 Chapter 69 glorious warrior!" That's all I could remember before I took a deep breath and lost consciousness.