His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Elena’s POV

“The Rogues are not going to release her, Elena! You know what they’ll do to her!” Bryson pointed out, voice breaking in pain and frustration as he looked at me with bloodshed eyes filled with so much emotion – worry, anger, fear, helplessness, and frustration.

My eyes turned sharp as I felt pain cursing through my temples.

This useless conversation had been prolonged for so long already. We’re almost going in circles. Every last bit of my patience was being tested, and all I wanted to do right now was push Bryson away or knock some sense of his empty head.

“And rushing in blindly will only get more people killed. Or have you forgotten the lives we’ve already lost today because of Glenda’s impulsive decisions?“,I asked, reminding him.

He clenched his fist and looked at me with disgust. “You’re just using this as an excuse, aren’t you? You’ve always hated Glenda, so now you are more than willing to leave her in the Rogue’s hands for your vengeance!”

I stared at him blankly, silently thinking, ‘Bryson, is this how low you think of me?‘

‘Oh Elena, how fool are you to fall for a bastard like him…‘ I asked myself, completely seeing how bad of a choice it was of mine to marry Bryson before.

I sighed, completely losing my energy to fight with him. “This has nothing to do with hate, Bryson. It’s about strategy and survival. Do you think I’m happy about this? About sitting here doing nothing? But the truth is, attacking recklessly will only make things worse.”

Blinded by hatred, all reason seemed to have left his brain.

Sarcastically, he pointed at me with his hand and mockingly replied, “Oh, of course, you’re always the rational one. Always the one who knows best.”

Arrogantly, he stepped toward the table and held one of the flag piece markers, playing with it in his hand. “Tell me, Elena, what grand strategy are you working on now? Because it sure looks like cowardice to me.”

Cowardice?

Bryson was proving to me more and more how provoking he could be just when I thought he was already at his

worst.

“Cowardice? Do you even understand what’s at stake here? I asked through gritted teeth. “Glenda put herself in this position. She defied orders, disrupted the formation, and now she’s paying the price.”

Angrily, he put the piece marker on the table, which caused a banging sound, and murderously glared at me. “So, what? You’re saying she deserves this?”

Finally running out of patience, my tone turned shaper as I meaningfully asked him, “No one deserves what the Rogues will do to her. But let me ask you something, Bryson. Do you believe you won the war in the South because of Glenda? Do you honestly think you got that victory with clean hands?”

Taken aback by my sudden question, he blinked a few times in silence before asking with confusion and furrowed brows. “What are you trying to say?”

I snickered and looked at him pointedly as I leaned on a post with crossed arms. “Think, Bryson. Wars aren’t won by sheer luck or brute force. If not for a great strategy, then it only means that it was won by ugly, hard decisions that Glenda doesn’t want anyone to know about. So, before you throw your blind loyalty around, maybe consider

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the possibility that she’s not the hero you think she is.”

+25 BONUS

Entirely in shock and battle within himself as he processed my words, he blinked a couple of times and looked around, almost disoriented.

After a little while, he calmed down and looked at me angrily, not believing my words. “That’s not true. You’re lying. You’re trying to ruin her image because she took your place!”

A bitter smirk immediately left my lips. Raising my brows, asked, “Took my place? Is that what you think? That this is some childish rivalry?”

I scoffed and shook my head in disbelief. “You’re more naive than I thought.”

He got even more infuriated hearing the words I threw in his direction. Slamming a hand on the table, he looked me dead in the eyes and threateningly demanded in pursed lips, “If you have something to say, then say it. Stop dancing around the truth.”

My expression darkened. How dare she threaten me.

Indifferently, I tapped my fingers on my arms as though I was playing a piano and looked at him blankly. “You wouldn’t believe it even if I did. And frankly, I’m tired of trying to explain myself to someone too blind to see what’s right in front of him.”