His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109

Elena’s POV

“You’ve been pacing all morning, Princess Elena.”

Zara’s words brought me out from my own thoughts while paced around. Halting by the window, I crossed my arms after opening it to let the morning breeze and sunlight calm my nerves.

Glancing at Zara, who was arranging the flowers on the vase on the living room table, she smirked at me and teasingly noted, “It’s rare for me to see you this anxious. Is it because Prince Deacon is coming?”

Trying hard to hide my inner feelings and the turmoil I’m having in my mind, I scoffed and turned away to face outside, pretending to admire the lawn.

“Anxious? Hardly.” I let out a fake laugh, which sounded more like a terrible scoff. Clearing my throat to save myself from self–humiliation, I added, “I’m just… curious.

Last night, at a late time, one of his personal messengers cane in the pack and informed that he’d be visiting the pack first thing in the morning and asked for my presence. The thing was, he didn’t specify why he was coming here, which unintentionally made me think all night about hundreds of possibilities as to why.

Turning back to face Zara, I leaned back on the window and blubbered, “I mean, if he’s here to discuss the warriors or war–related matters, he could’ve just called for me, right? Why come here personally?”

He’s a prince, for goodness sake. And even if he’s not, he’s the general. Despite being a Luna or bestowed Princess, I’m still beneath his level. And for someone of high rank as he was, there’s literally no need for him to pay anyone a visit.

If he wanted to talk to someone, he could just ask them to come and see him anytime he wanted.

“Maybe he’s not coming here as a warrior to visit a comrade, but as a man wanting to meet a woman.” She even swayed her brows in effect of her countless teasing, which I wouldn’t deny to have worked because I felt my cheek heating up.

It’s one of the possibilities I’ve thought about, but pushed to the deepest back of my mind, knowing that’s next to impossible.

I’m a divorced woman… A man of good upbringing and title like him wouldn’t waste his time on someone like me. At least not in a romantic manner.

I knew that there was some attraction between us, especially during the battle, but it might just be a heat–of–the- moment thing. After all, there weren’t any official things, and if we think deeply about it, he might just be really being kind.

“You think so too, don’t you?” Zara squilled in a controlled manner, but still recieved a glare from me, making her stop in an instant.

Shaking my head while hiding the small smile forming in the corner of my lips, I said, “That doesn’t sound like Deacon at all. Perhaps…”

Stopping for a while, I sighed and voiced out the most believable reason, “Maybe he’s coming here to formally offer me a position.”

After all, he made it clear before we came back that he wanted me in the platoon. In his own words, I’m one with talent and capable of being a general, standing among them and leading troops.

“Yeah, keep telling-”

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Chapter 109

Zara’s words were cut off when a knock echoed through the main door, making one of the servants hurry towards

It.

Meanwhile, Zara and I looked at each other, her eyes filled with excitement while mine were filled with anxiety.

My feet felt like it was glued on the floor and I had to take a couple of deep beaths to calm myself while I watched the servant twist the knob of the door and slowly open it.

Looking at the ajar door that’s slowly opening, my heart pounded inside my chest, and everything went in a slow motion, especially when I fully saw Deacon’s appearance, making me stand up properly and pray that my jaw hadn’t dropped on the ground.

There he was, standing in his majestic appearance. Gone were the warrior outfit and the long beard.

He stood with dominance and confidence radiating around him, dressed in a midnight blue three–piece suit. His hair was combed in a neat but messy effect, while his jawline was accentuated by the sharp angle of his regal clothing.

By the way, his clothing fit him perfectly; it’s my best guess that it’s bespoke for him.

After feeling a discreet pinch on my side from Zara, I blinked a couple of times to pull myself out of daze.

I’ve seen Deacon a lot of times in many kind of appearance covered in mud, dirt, or blood, clothed in armor, training clothes, and many more but I still couldn’t help but me mesmerised by how strikingly good he looked today – looking nothing like a warrior, but a noble prince that he was.

Seeing through my failed attempt to hide my admiration for him, he let out a smirk and took it as an opportunity to tease me. “Elena, I know I’m handsome, but are you going to make me stand at the door all day?”