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The Abandoned Lycan Queen 37 Chapter 37 Deacon's POV "Prince Deacon! I, Alpha Bryson, together with General Glenda, greet you! We're sent here to aid you, feeling honored to be at your disposal," Bryson said as soon as he cin and kneeled at his one knee, which Glenda followed.

I stared at him before I returned his gesture with a curt nod Upon seeing my response, his face becbitter, but he dared not say anything as he stood back up with Glenda in an attention stance-standing straight, with hands on their sides.

As they waited for my words, my eyes shifted to Elena, who was surprisingly not turning around to greet her husband. Instead, she remained standing with her back behind them, and her eyes still focused on the battle map on the table.

My eyes narrowed in confusion as I observed her facial expression, which was void of emotion.

Did they have a fight? Was that why she was here? It's clear that they were in stension, but I could not pinpoint what exactly it was.

Knowing only tcould tell, I turned back around at Bryson and sternly looked at him before I sarcastically commented, "I'm Glad you and your troops made it here. You're quite fast, aren't you? We already fought and won three battles while awaiting your reinforcement." I smirked after seeing how he stiffened from my remarks, eyes momentarily looking away from me.

That's right. He should be ashamed. He was just recognized for his victory in his previous battle, yet he's already idling around and lacking competency.

His jaw clenched, and his hands fisted on his side as he bowed his head before me. "My deepest apology for the delay, Prince Deacon. Our journey was slower than anticipated as there were sobstacles and weather changes along the way." I shook my head intently, showing my dismay, but I still waved my hand and indifferently said, "I understand." Silence engulfed the surrounding area, but it was soon broken when Harold stood up from his seat and went to greet Bryson.

Excitedly, he tapped Bryson's on his shoulder and greeted him with a warm and huge smile. "Well, late or not, there's only one thing I can say to you. You, Alpha Bryson, married yourself an exceptional woman. Not only is your wife a capable Luna, but also an outstanding warrior. You are very blessed!" "Thank you for your praise." My brows furrowed, and my eyes flickered as I heard Glenda's words. She even took a step forward, radiating with pride, as she replied to Harold as if he was pertaining to her What's going on? Bryson, mirroring Glenda's delight, smiled. "Thank you for your kind words as well, Harold. Indeed, I am ry." As confused as I was, Harold's eyes flickered between Glenda and Bryson before he reluctantly nodded at them." "Right..." he replied in a low voice, sounding less enthusiastic than he was moments ago.

Glancing at Elena, who remained quiet, I looked back at Bryson and decided to press on the matter. Curiosity and 1/2 Chapter 37 anger built up in me, and a wild hunch formed in my mind Taking a heavy step forward and closer to Elena, I sharply spoke to test my hunch. "Indeed, a great marriage. Then, why don't you greet your Luna and ask how she's doing? As you must know, she was injured in the front line." Trying to see if my hunch was correct, I deliberately omitted the nand only referred to his wife as "Luna". "Injured?" Bryson was immediately alerted as his brows furrowed with utter confusion.

To everyone's surprise, though, instead of calling Elena, he turned to his side and held. Glenda on either e and held side of his shoulder, earnestly observing her body. "When were you injured? Why didn't you tell me?" The atmosphere immediately went cold around us, and fury built up inside me. My eyes threatened to turn red as the urge to attack Bryson intensified within me.

"I..." Glenda looked around, confused. "I wasn't injured, Babe..." The silence after hearing Glenda's endearment for Bryson was so deafening and heavy that it seemed as if chaos was threatening to unfold any second.

As a prince, I had to control my emotions and avoid wreaking havoc for as long as I could, but Harold was different.

His face fell, and his eyes turned sharp and fury. His eyes shifted to gaze at Elena's unmoving back.

Elena's eyes met mine before she let out a small smile and turned around. "It's been a long time." Elena's greeting froze both Bryson and Glenda. But while Bryson's face remained in shock, Glenda's turned sharp.

I felt a low growl threaten to escape my lips as I watched their expression, but I withheld myself and watched how Elena would handle this matter.

Glenda looked disgustedly at Elena before she asked in a soft voice that hid a mocking tone, What is this? Why didn't you tell everyone that you're already divorced, Elena."

My first tightened as I tried to stop myself from wringing Glenda's neck right now, and seeing how Elena's knuckleste m knuckles turned white from how hard she was fisting her hand, I took a step beside her and reassuringly placed a hand on her shoulder.

She glanced at me, meeting my eyes, and so I nodded my head at her, silently telling her that I got her back no matter what she decided to do.