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The Abandoned Lycan Queen 72 Elena's POV Hearing Bryson, James let out a chuckle, his expression unbothered by Bryson's accusations.

James took a dangerous step toward Bryon, eyes burning with fire, but his body remained relaxed, and his voice was calm as he replied, "Shame? That's rich, coming from someone who can't even keep his own house in order." However, Bryon seemingly didn't process his words properly, or he just didn't care enough as through his head.

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right Still fuming, he kept yelling, "You're a traitor! Do you even understand the weight of what you've done? You've betrayed your pack, your family-" "Spareyour righteous outrage!" James cut him off, voice overflowing with venom. His eyes narrowed as he leaned forward and clenched his jaws, dangerously asking, Do you really think your pack is any better? Do you think they're innocent in all this? Do you really think your precious Glenda has clean hands?" I smirked. Seemed like James knew the truth.

When I saw that Bryon was about to contradict again, I pulled him back and glared at him.

Looking at both of them, I firmly spoke, "Enough, both of you. Let's skip the theatrics. You wanted to speak to-so speak." James' expression changed. His face turned dimmed, but there wasn't as much anger on it as it had been before. Taking a step closer to me, he even beccalmer, and he deliberately lowered his voice.

Looking at me, he seriously stated, "This isn't just about Glenda. It's about what happens next. You know as well as I do that this won't end cleanly." A cold smirk flashed on my lips, knowing fully what he was talking about. It's about how my pack was wrongly murdered. It's about how I lost everything and everyone important tobecause of a misunderstanding.

It's about how my life turned upside down because of a death that shouldn't have happened in the first place. Reminded of all of those, my blood boiled with anger.

Clenching my fist, I suppressed my emotions and coldly replied, "What happens next depends on you. So choose your words carefully." He took a couple of deep breaths and momentarily closed his eyes before sincerely looking at me. Then he formally and remorsefully confessed, "Elena Dooley, I am here to address a grave mistake. The massacre of your pack... was not ordered by us, not by the Moonblake Pack. It was never meant to happen." My gaze on him turned even colder. Pursing my lips, my voice cout fiercer despite withholding my rage. "Not ordered by you? Then who should I hold accountable for the blood of my family?" Though I already knew the answer, my heart still wanted to hear it clearly from them, confirming all my suspicions.

James glanced at Bryson in disgust before looking back atand firmly replying, "It was Glenc Looking at Bryson with a murderous glare, he continued, "She slaughtered rogues without mercy and in the most gruesway, finding joy in it, along with several small border towns. The lives of innocent women, children, and the elderly meant nothing to her." "She pinned the blon your grandfather, the general at the time. And that, Elena, is what sparked the rogue 1/2 Chapter 72 king's retaliation," he continued, looking atintently while I clenched my jaw.

By the tightness of my fist, I wouldn't even have to look to confirm that my knuckles probably already look white right now.

"That's a lie! Glenda served the kingdom loyally. Why would she do that?" Bryson immediately stepped forward to fight for his lover, believing her so earnestly despite all the hints and evidence around him.

James snickered as his eyes landed on Bryson, shaking his head in dismay, commenting, "Are you really an Alpha? I never seen someone so much of a fool." Bryson was about to reply, but James once again brushed him off and focused his attention on me.

With a regretful but steady voice, he continued to narrate, "The rogue king had a code, one we were sworn to uphold-no massacre of civilians, no bloodshed of the helpless. Glenda broke that code. The massacre of your family was an unplanned vengeance from enraged Rogues who lost their own. For that, I must apologize, not to your kingdom, but to you, Elena. Your family paid the price for crimes they did not commit." My inside trembled, and tears threatened to form in the corner of my eyes upon hearing the truth right from his mouth.

I clenched my trembling fist and fought my trembling chin as m stopped tears from rolling my cheeks. I was frozen and couldn't speak as hatred built up on me. "What are you talking about?" Bryson asked, completely confused.

Jamed disregard his question and took a cautious step toward me, continuing in a helpless and regretful tone, Our pack, including the rogue king and all Rogues admire your father, Elena. Your father once led troops into battle against the Rogues, but he strictly followed the agreement between the two kingdomes and never harmed civilians. Every time, he would merely attack up to the border and retreat after the win. I deeply regret the tragic massacre your pack had face, and this is what we owe you." I stared at him as he stood properly and lowered his upper body, givinga proper bow, but instead of feeling relief, the rage inheightened.

In a low and controlled voice, I voiced out bitterly, "My family... They were defenseless. The men had already died on the battlefield, and the rest were children, elders, and women." Scoffing, I sarcastically uttered, "You owean apology? Apologies won't bring them back." James lowered his head in shame.

When he lifted his head and was about to speak again, Bryson shamelessly interjected, "You can't just blame- Glenda!" His words were like a sharp knife being struck to my heart, makingshift my gaze on him with blazing eyes and pounding rage in my heart.

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