His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Elena’s POV

Not even for a second did I question Deacon’s choices during the battle. Not back then, and not now.

The trust I had in him wasn’t blind either. It was earned.

+25 BONUS

It was built steadily through everything I’d witnessed, from the way he carried himself among the ranks to the way his soldiers listened to him without hesitation. He was calculating. Fair. A strategist through and through. And that’s one of the many reasons why I admire him not only as a person but also as a leader.

And besides, whatever personal disagreements Bryson and might’ve had, they had no place on the battlefield. In war, we fought as one. We bled under the same purpose.

That’s why when the king asked me such a question, where he was obviously trying to find dirt on Deacon, I got irritated a little, which I tried hard to hide. He was still, after all, the King.

When I didn’t respond right away, King Desmond leaned back in his chair in a relaxed manner, but his calculating eyes didn’t escape my gaze.

He tilted his head and gave a casual shrug.

“Or maybe…” he said slowly before adding, “he didn’t think at all. That kind of reckless judgment could’ve easily backfired. Especially with someone like Glenda in the picture.”

Seeing how he was crossing the line already, I sighed.

Without wavering or flinching from the intimidating demeanour he was radiating, I met his eyes head–on and firmly answered, “Deacon made the right call.”

With a calm but steady voice, I continued, “Bryson and I are warriors. We don’t bring our personal issues to the battlefield. The breach happened because Glenda disobeyed direct orders. That failure’s hers–not his.”

For a second, King Desmond didn’t move. He just looked at me with something unreadable glinting behind his eyes. Then, to my surprise, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Not even married yet,” he mused, “and you’re already defending him so fiercely. No hesitation at all.”

My brows twitched slightly at that. I had assumed–perhaps naively–that King Desmond and Deacon were on better terms.

But this… this felt strange. What was he on about? A test? A warning? Or maybe just a game he enjoyed playing. “I just spoke the truth,” I replied evenly, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction.

But that smirk of his deepened as if my calmness amused him more.

“Interesting,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. Then he chuckled low in his throat–soft, amused, but not entirely light–hearted..

And despite everything, he looked… pleased?

He uncrossed his legs, leaned forward, and reached for his glass. The crystal clinked softly as he lifted it to his lips and took a slow sip. “Good answer,” he said finally. “Bold. Direct. Full of integrity.”

He nodded once, his gaze sharp as ever. “And your loyalty to my brother is… commendable. You didn’t just stand with him on the battlefield–you defended him in this room, without even blinking.”

“My loyalty,” I replied coolly, “lies with what’s right. Deacon happened to be right. He made the call. And in war,

1/2

+25 BONUS

Chapter 128

there’s no such thing as a afe decision. Every move’s a gable. Every risk could go either way.”

I shrugged, like it wasn’t something that haunted people long after the battle had ended. Like we didn’t all carry the weight of choices, both good a

bad.

Just then, I saw Queen Liz walking back in from my peripheral vision.. As she stepped gracefully into the room, her presence instantly shifted the air.

“What are you guys on about?” she asked brightly.

Standing up from my seat, I offered them a polite smile while shifting my gaze between them.

“I shouldn’t keep you from your family time,” I said smoothly, offering them a respectful nod. “I’ll take my leave now.”