His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Elena’s POV

Prince Deacon looked at the recruiter for a while before he shifted his gaze and directed it to

Tyson, who was behind him. “Tell me, since when did we start recruiting warriors based on

gender?”

Tyson stood tall and cleared his throat, looking disapprovingly at the recruiter. “Never heard of

any memo about that, Prince.”

“Exactly, so… What’s happening here?”

It’s impressive how Prince Deacon kept a straight face and a calm voice, but his words still

weighed so much that I observed the others getting a chill on their spine.

“It’s my fault, Prince Deacon.”

My brows raised in surprise when the recruiter readily admitted it. He put his arms on his back

and stood up properly in an attention matter or warriors.

“Oh?” Saige side–commented as she finally stood up from the table and sent the recruiter the

same look of disbelief as Maise was doing.

The recruiter looked at each of us with a hint of surprise, admiration, and fear. Swallowing, he

went on, “I never really thought in my life that I’d ever be stepped on and defeated by a

she–wolf. It’s a lacking on my part, Prince Deacon.”

“She…” The recruiter stared at me while pointing respectfully with his hand, almost lost for

words, as he kept parting and closing his lips like a fish.

“She’s what? Speak properly,” Tyson urged impatiently.

Clearing his throat, the recruiter came back to his senses. “It’s amazing! Her agility and reaction time were top–notch! She’s even faster than General Glenda and… her skills! I had

never met a woman so great! She’s probably even better with the other warriors I recruited

before!”

Hearing his words, Beta Tyson was surprised, as were the men in the queue who had been insulting us earlier.

I raised a brow at the recruiter. I must say, though he was arrogant and prejudiced earlier, he did know how to see talent. He wasn’t so egoistic as to turn his eyes blind and easily accepted his defeat.

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“You heard that?” I asked Prince Deacon confidently while gesturing at the recruiter, who was nodding his head in agreement.

Smiling with pride, I raised an eyebrow and raised my arms to gesture to Maise and Saige, who walked beside me. “Can we join the troops?”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at the three of us for a little while before he sighed. “You’re all

an apprentice of Custodes; of course, you’re more qualified than the others.”

We heard the gasp of the men behind us, and we all smirked with pride.

“But…” Prince Deacon added, which halted my inside celebratory dance.

I stared at him and waited for his verdict.

“What?”

He nodded at Maise and Saige. “Only the two of them can join the troops.”

My smile completely vanished, and I clenched my hands into a fist.

“What? But why?” I asked him, dismay and anger radiating through my being.

Stepping forward, I raised my chin and looked straight into his hazel eyes, silently challenging

him to answer me with a logical reason.

“Process their entry,” he ordered to the recruiter instead before he turned around and left.

“Elena…” Maise and Saige looked at me hesitantly, but I nodded at them and gestured for

them to follow the recruiter.

“I’ll handle it. Go on.”

With that, I ran in the direction Prince Deacon went.

“Wait!” I shouted.

He and Beta Tyson halted and turned to look at me. When Beta Tyson, the seriousness

covering my face, gave Prince Deacon a look and bid his goodbye to us before leaving us

alone.

“Why can’t I join? You just said that I’m qualified as a Custodes apprentice,” I complained after

following him inside his tent without asking for permission and going straight to sit on one of

the log seats.

He looked at me with dumbfound and a hint of shock at my boldness, but what could he do?

Even I, myself couldn’t stop myself from being infuriated.

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He removed his training gear and angrily slammed it on his bed before he faced me. “You’re a Luna, for goddess’s sake, Elena!”

He pointed outside. “You can’t just go and fight in a battle just because you feel like it.”

“Feel like it?” I scoffed! “I want to fight for our kingdom! I’m skilled, and I have been trained for

years in this! I even easily outwin your recruiter, who is a high–ranking warrior! Stop being so

difficult!”

“Now, I’m the one being difficult?”