His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Elena’s POV

Staring at his mesmerizing eyes took my breath away, especially considering how close we were to each other right now.

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As if he knew his effect on me, he let out a smug smirk before he sat back down from his seat and pushed a cup of tea toward me. “Here, this will relax your nerves.

Finally, I could breathe, but I looked at him calculatively as I felt his words had two meanings. Shaking those thoughts away, I accepted it. “Thank you, Prince Deacon.”

I lifted it to my lips and let the correct temperature of the tea and tasted its fresh but sweet and sour taste lingered on my tongue while I watched his turn into complete blackness.

He’s mind–linking someone.

Curious, I opened my link as well and listened.

“Prepare some food and send it to my barrack.”

My brows furrowed in both confusion and shock as I placed down my half–finished tea.

When his eyes turned back to its beautiful, mesmerizing hazel eyes, I asked, “Are you not going to ask for the King’s reinforcement? You haven’t called out for an emergency meeting countermeasures as well. Why?”

I mean, I just told him that there would be a rebellion, and he said he believed me, and yet there he was, giving an order about food preparation?

Was he that confident in his skills? Did he not really believe me? Does he just lack a sense of urgency and danger?

But then, when he spoke, he proved all of my thoughts wrong.

“It will take time for the new batch of supplies to be delivered and much more to recruit more recruits. Furthermore, I need more evidence before sending the issue to the King.”

After hearing his reasons, I nodded in understanding. He did have a good reason.

Besides, the king didn’t believe the letter I showed him. If he learned that I went here and it’s the same thing the prince was basing his judgment without more proof to back it up, he might just get even more mad. Then, even the prince might face his wrath.

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Drown in my own thoughts as I was reminded once again of the King’s wrath, I involuntarily bit the side of my cheek while I anxiously tapped my fingers on the table, taking deep breaths.

“You did good,” he suddenly said, which made me blink and look at him dumbfoundedly as I furrowed my brows and tilted my head.

“What?” he asked with a raised brow.

I let out a small laugh and shook my head, reminded of his earlier words, before I nonchalantly replied, “You did call me a fool earlier.”

He stared at me for a while as he sipped his own tea before his eyes dimmed and his demeanor turned back to the serious man I’d first met. “You coming here helps me prepare early, but you should not have risked yourself. I’ll be sending you back to Swiftridge in a few

days.”

Hearing that, I was jolted back to reality, and my eyes widened. With great disagreement, I

uttered in a controlled voice so it wouldn’t come out as a shout. “No!”

He was, after all, still the prince.

“You want to stay? This is a battlefield, Elena. Not a child’s playhouse.” His voice was filled

with angst as he roughly put down his teacup on the saucer, which made a loud sound.

Anymore rougher, and it would have broken to pieces.

To say I didn’t feel a chill from his response would be a lie, but I swallowed as much fear as I

could and kept my chin raised as I reasoned, “My father and brothers died fighting. I’ll stay

and contribute to the kingdom as well. I’ll fight and defend our kingdom.”

“Are you hearing yourself?” He shook his head and looked at me as though another head grew

from my neck.

I fisted my hands and told him something that I was sure would entice him. “I’ve already sent

messages to my comrades and friends who trained with me before. They’ll stand with us.”

I polished and improved my skills as a warrior when I entered the Custodes. It’s a hidden

training ground only for the most skilled werewolves seen with potential by the masters.

Though I didn’t become a warrior after leaving because I heeded my mother’s wishes for me to live as a Luna, all of my training and connections remained intact.

But then again, no one knew about that except my family. We didn’t hide it, but we didn’t flaunt

it either.

“No! You are a woman! You shouldn’t be in here, dirtying your hands with blood!” he strongly

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disagrees, but his reason picked me to anger.

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I would have rolled my eyes and dissed him if he wasn’t the prince. What kind of thinking was

that? We weren’t in the old age anymore; even Glenda was a looked–up warrior – not that she actually deserved that.

Instead of complaining, I merely stood my ground and firmly said, “I’m already here, so I’ll stay.

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“Exactly!” he shouted and slammed his hands on the table as he went on, “Why are you here

in the first place? You should have let your husband do the hard work for you! Wars are not a

place for a woman.”

I inwardly snickered. Husband? What could I expect from that ex of mine?

“The King won’t believe him either,” I replied instead.

As he was always at war, I knew that he wasn’t up to date with the news in the kingdom.

Besides, I think my personal life had nothing to do with the issue at hand, so I don’t feel the

need to correct him.

However, unexpectedly, his eyes dimmed with dangerous glint, and his lips pursed into a thin

line as his sharp jaws cleaned in anger. “Then he should have been the one who traveled this

far to meet me! How can a man, much more, an Alpha, let his wife face danger while he hides