His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen novel Chapter 174

Elena’s POV

Rafael’s small hand slipped into mine. He held me so tight as if he could feel danger around him all of a sudden.

I felt my heart beating so fast, but I forced myself to be steady.

Glenda walked forward towards our direction. The crowd parted without a word, as if they were really making a way for her. She took time taking every step. It was as if she wanted me to feel every step she took so I could feel that she had finally cornered me.

By the time she stopped, I couldn’t explain, but my throat felt dry. I told myself that I was once a warrior. I had faced enemies stronger than her, so I had to be brave to whatever this woman was about to say and do.

Glenda’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “We need to talk.”

And in that moment, I knew that whatever she had to say would cut me deeper.

I straightened. Every instinct from years of battle became alive inside of me again. I knew that would not be a very friendly meeting at all.

I could feel that there was something in her voice. Her sweetness was not genuine, and her smile was.

Rafael looked at me as if he could sense that something was not right.

Glenda’s eyes darted to Rafael and then diverted to me. Her smile became sharper, and I knew that she was ready to pierce at any time.

“What a sweet boy!” she murmured, and her eyes met mine again. “Or should I say your boy?”

It didn’t escape from my ear when the crowd gasped after hearing what she said. I could sense that everyone was pretending that they were shopping, but the truth was, they were all waiting for the next scene. I felt their stares pressing on my back like hot irons.

I swallowed and remained standing straight. I had faced men twice my size and brought them down on the ground, so this should be nothing for me.

“He’s my nephew,” I said in a firm voice.

“Nephew?” she repeated and smirked. “Is he? Strange because I heard something else about him. Some say otherwise,” she continued as if Rafael was not with us.

I clenched my jaw. So the rumours had already reached her. I wanted to fight as bravely as I could when I was on the battlefield, but how could I do that if Rafael was with me?

But before I could answer her accusation, another voice joined our conversation. It was low and yet so familiar to her. It was the voice that I wanted to forget for so long, and I wished I had never heard it again in my life.

“Elena,” he called my name.

“Bryson,” I coldly said. I wanted him to think and feel that I didn’t want to see him. No more excitement, just coldness was covering my heart at that very moment.

I looked at him sharply. My chest tightened as memories flashed in my mind. He moved towards us, and his mother’s arm looped around him.

His face was unreadable, the opposite of his mother’s. Courtney was obviously smirking. Her face was full of spite.

“Just when I thought that this market day would just be an ordinary day for me,” she said, and mockingly looked at me. “I never thought that I would bump into my ex–daughter–in–law, who is parading around with the child that everyone whispers about.”

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Rafael pressed against me, and I squeezed his hand to tell him that everything would be fine. I got him, and no one would hurt him as long as we were together.

Glenda stepped aside, enough to let them in, but not far enough from me. She was standing there with victory in her face. As if she had already won the battle we had with words.

Bryson’s eyes were fixed to Rafael before it shifted to me. Even though no words were coming out of his mouth, I saw the accusation and worst, the disappointment.

“You could have just been honest to me,” he flatly said.

Those words struck like a fist on my chest. I wanted to laugh bitterly after hearing what he said.

Honest? Really coming from him? Him who went back home after being away for a couple of years with another woman? How could he demand such a thing when he couldn’t give it to me when we were still husband and wife?

I wanted to say something and cut through my words too, but the marketplace wasn’t the right place to fight them.

“I am honest,” I snapped. My voice was steadier than I thought. “He is my nephew, and that is the truth. The truth and nothing but the truth.”

Glenda chuckled softly beside us as she folded her arms. Clearly, my words meant nothing to them. They were not open to listening to every word I said. “Funny how the truth can change depending on who is speaking.”

“It doesn’t really matter whether he is your son or nephew. What matters is the stain on your name, Elena. A stain that could also be in Deacon’s name. Who would want a wife who is whispered about? Who will follow a warrior who can’t even silence gossip circling about her?”

Her words struck deep inside me. I had been strong. I had led, found and commanded respect, but now what was going on? I was just there, standing, and my hands were shaking. I was clearly unable to shield myself and, most of all, Rafael from all the whispers circling around the palace inside and out.

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