His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen novel Chapter 140

Elena’s POV

“I see they didn’t manage to break you,” Deacon said amusingly, leaning back in his seat like he was offering me the stage to perform.

Taking a sip from my wine glass, I shrugged in a half–boast and replied with a smirk, “Well, they tried. But if Bryson’s family and pack didn’t crush me, an angry princess surely won’t.”

Deacon chuckled softly and shook his head in awe. His normally sharp features relaxed into admiration as he began cutting his steak into bite–sized pieces. “Tell me everything,” he said. “I want to hear it from your lips, not theirs.”

Setting my cup down with a soft clink, I met his gaze steady. “Your mother… she was discreet, but intentionally emphasised how much of a ‘second–hand bride‘ I am. The Grand Princess? She called me shameful. My ex–mother -in–law helped heat things up. And Julie–Bryson’s cousin tried humiliating me by suggesting I’m unworthy.”

I recounted it casually, as if we were merely discussing politics over dinner. But from the way Deacon’s jaw clenched, it was clear he wasn’t taking it lightly.

His shoulders stiffened, his back straightened. The veins on his neck bulged slightly as he growled lowly, “How dare they put you in the hot seat like that? Have they forgotten who your fiancé is?”

I raised an eyebrow at him, lips twitching, and tilted my head. “Oh, I reminded them. Quite firmly. I told Julie that

I might be divorced, but at least I’m not chasing after a man who clearly doesn’t want me.”

Deacon’s brows shot up in amusement.

“And,” I added, my voice laced with mischief as I recalled the stunned faces of the Grand Princess and the

Duchess, “As for your mother and the Grand Princess… Let’s just say I returned their words gift–wrapped, with all the elegance I could muster.”

A deep, sudden laugh escaped Deacon’s chest, sounding rich and genuine. “Of course you did.”

His eyes sparkled as a wide smile spread across his lips. “That’s the woman I-”

He stopped halfway as if suddenly realising the weight of the words he was about to say, but my heart already skipped a beat, having a thought of what he was really about to say.

I swallowed hard and looked at him, trying to keep my voice calm. “You what?”

He leaned forward on the table, his expression softening. The candlelight caught in the golden flecks of his eyes as he held my gaze without flinching.

“That’s the woman I’ve chosen,” he said, his voice husky and low. “And I’ll keep choosing you. No matter who raises their voice against us. Against what we have.”

Time slowed down. The hum of the night around us faded. In the quiet that followed his declaration, I could hear nothing but the roar of my heartbeat in my ears.

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And then, as if trying to undo me completely, he reached across the table. His fingers brushed against mine in a gentle, grounding touch. It wasn’t grand or Sweeping, but it was enough to make my breath hitch and my skin prickle.

“You held your ground today,” he said, his thumb tracing the back of my hand. “But that doesn’t mean you have

to do it alone. Call me next time.”

I nodded faintly before sighing. “I know… I just needed them to see me for who I am. Not just your shadow.”

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Chapter 140

He gave a short nod, his gaze unwavering. “Then we’ll make them see. Together.”

The evening deepened, and soon our plates were empty, our bellies full, and our hearts heavier than when we’d first sat down. The servants had long since cleared the table leaving only the soft clinking of cutlery and the occasional chirping of crickets from beyond the terrace.

We had moved closer now, our seats side–by–side. Deacon draped his coat around me, bringing me warmth and comfort as we stared up at the night sky. Stars twinkle above us like diamonds, with the moon glowing brightly like it’s giving our wolves strength.

The night air was cool, but it wasn’t chilling, and the sound of nature around us made this moment feel perfect. I rested my head against Deacon’s shoulder, comforted by hi solidness and by the quiet thump of his heartbeat that pulsed beneath his shirt.