His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

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Deacon’s POV

Elena and I stayed in that position for a while. I let her cry every single tear she had been withholding back for as long as she had tried to, even at the expense of drenching my shirt.

My heart clenched as I heard her cry as if I was as heartbroken as she was. If only I could share half of her pain, I’d do so in a heartbeat. No… I’d even take all of it for her.

Once she felt better and loosened her hold on me, I stood up and took off my shirt, not minding that I was now shirtless. After all, it was normal for male werewolves to be shirtless, especially during training.

Having six brothers with her as she grew up, I’m sure she’s very used to it already.

I opened one of the boxes on the corner of the tent and dug deep for the finest wines in there, along with two wine glasses. Sitting on her opposite side, I filled the glasses and handed one to her.

“Thank you… I sure needed this,” she forced a smile after letting out a small joke that was obviously a half–truth.

As she sipped through her glass, I observed her face. There were dark circles under her eyes, her cheeks and nose were red, and her eyes were swelling.

Now, I understood how she had changed so much–how the young, vibrant girl I used to watch happily jumping and joyously joying around at Ironpaw Pack’s yard had turned into a strong and fearless warrior.

At a young age, she had been through a lot and experienced a lot of tragedy and betrayal most of her same age wouldn’t have gone through. All the pain and grief built up inside her dimmed the light that used to beam around her.

Upon that realization, something stirred within me, waking up my inner urge to protect her at all costs.

Watching her gulp down the glass of wine in one drink, I smiled and did the same.

The more I know about her, the more I admire her. Despite everything, she managed to be strong and keep her cool for so long, facing everything on her own while still letting out a smile and selflessly helping and comforting others.

I didn’t notice that I was shamelessly staring at her for so long until when she put her glass down and cleared her throat, “Ask away.”

“What?” I asked, blinking.

“Your face is filled with many questions. What do you want to know?” This time, she poured herself another drink. Taking a deep breath, I replied while she filled her glass. “I want to know it all, Elena. The marriage, the massacre, the divorce… and everything that happened in between. Everything you went through.”

She momentarily halted her movements and looked at me.

Did I ask for too much?

“If you can’t tell then-”

My words were cut off when she nodded her head and replied in a small voice, “Okay.”

As she started to retell her side of the story, I kept my mouth shut and listened to each word, which revealed layers of injustice and cruelty she faced.

“I only learned about my father and brother’s deaths when came down from the Custodes. Learning their

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sacrifice, I told my Mom that I wanted to come here and continue the battle my father hadn’t finished, but…”

She let out a small smile filled with nothing but pain. “But then… she started crying her eyes out. She didn’t want me to go. She begged me to stay and not follow my father’s and brothers‘ paths. Instead, she wanted me to get married, have children, and lead a stable life. A life away from the continuous risk of getting killed.”

Elena let out a bitter laugh and looked at me. “How can I refuse that?”

After another drink, she nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders and continued, “So, she hired someone to arrange a marriage for me, and there we found Bryson.”

I twirled the glass I had in my hand and took a sip, softly commenting, “From what I remember, you weren’t that obedient. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a great daughter, but not someone to be forced into marriage.”

“You’re right,” she laughed a little before it turned into a frown again. “But then, our pack was only left with the elderly and weak she–wolves. I promised my Mom that I’d be a great Luna and marry. The agent she hired to help me get married found us many candidates, but we ended up choosing Bryson because of two reasons.”

She let out a mocking laugh laced with bitterness and self–blame as she gulped an entire glass again and frustratedly ran her fingers through her hair. “That liar promised he won’t have a mistress and that he would treat me well.”