His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

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Chapter 65

Elena’s POV

Reminders of what the Rogues had brought to my family and pack flashed back into my mind so vividly that I felt I was back at the scene.

It’s like a year ago again when I was standing in the middle of the front lawn of our pack house, frozen on my feet as the scent of blood pooling on the grass around the countless dead bodies of my pack members surrounded my nostrils like poison.

The cries of those left behind who managed to survive in hiding still echoed in my ears as the entire once lovely pack had turned into a Halloween park early.

My hands turned into fists, and my breathing became rugged and heavy as those memories flashed before me.

And above everything else, Glenda’s face suddenly popped into my mind, fueling my burning anger even bigger.

“They didn’t deserve it… any of them…” I unknowingly whispered.

“What?”

“Did you say something, Elena?”

I blinked a couple of times as I was brought back to reality. Only then did I realize that I had voiced out what I had in mind?

Maise and Saige fell silent as they stared at me, waiting for my next words, but I kept silent.

All the anger building up in me remained in my heart.

Glenda made it happen. She’s why my pack crumbled and I lost most of the important people in my life.

Do I wish her to die?

That question made me scoff because it wasn’t that simple. It’s not just a matter of life and death. It’s not just about anger and vengeance. Rather, it is about justice.

And quite frankly, no, I didn’t want her to die. But not because I’m some kind of saint but because I knew death would be an easy way out for a sinner like her.

Instead, I want her to suffer and pay the price for her actions. She deserves to watch everything she values crumble into pieces, just as I did.”

“Elena? Are you okay?”

I could hear Saige and Maise’s faint, worried voices, but everything was blurry around me against the turmoil in my heart that’s been suppressed way too long.

Faintly, I heard Maise sigh and frustrated movements as her hands touched my arms, shaking. Are you listening? We’ve been talking for-”

little. “Hey!

Her words were interrupted by a familiar, deep voice that lifted me from drowning in sorrow and anger.

“I got it, Maise. You both can go,” Prince Deacon said, tapping them both on the shoulder.

I stared at him as I watched my friends reluctantly look at him for a while before they nodded their heads and stood up.

After they left, Prince Deacon mindlessly sat beside me and started unpacking the food he brought in front of me.”

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Chapter 65

You’ve done well–more than anyone could ask for. Eat. You’ll need the strength.”

He smiled as he continued serving the food, causing others to glance our way now and then.

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Once the anger in me slowly subsided by his presence, I managed to calm down and sigh. After watching his movements, I narrowed my eyes and jokingly commented, I can’t believe a prince is serving me food himself.”

He shrugged. “You need to fill your stomach.”

I narrowed my eyes. Why does it feel like he’s cheering me up before a disaster?

Wearingly, I asked, “Why do I get the feeling you’re leading up to something?”

His hands immediately halted as if he had been caught, and let out a small laugh. “Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m just looking for someone carrying too much on their shoulders.

Hearing that obvious excuse made me sneer as a hint of bitterness coursed through me. Tapping my shoulder to show how strong it was, I pointed out, “I’ve carried worse.

It was meant to be a joke, but when I saw how his expression dimmed, my hands about reaching for food halted mid–air, and hearing the seriousness in his following words made me swallow in difficulty.