MainNovelThe Abandoned Lycan Queen 65 Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Elena's POV Reminders of what the Rogues had brought to my family and pack flashed back into my mind so vividly that I felt I was back at the scene.
It's like a year ago again when I was standing in the middle of the front lawn of our pack house, frozen on my feet as the scent of blood pooling on the grass around the countless dead bodies of my pack members surrounded my nostrils like poison.
The cries of those left behind who managed to survive in hiding still echoed in my ears as the entire once lovely pack had turned into a Halloween park early.
My hands turned into fists, and my breathing becrugged and heavy as those memories flashed before me. And above everything else, Glenda's face suddenly popped into my mind, fueling my burning anger even bigger. "They didn't deserve it... any of them..." I unknowingly whispered.
"What?" "Did you say something, Elena?" I blinked a couple of times as I was brought back to reality. Only then did I realize that I had voiced out what I had in mind? Maise and Saige fell silent as they stared at me, waiting for my next words, but I kept silent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAll the anger building up inremained in my heart.
Glenda made it happen. She's why my pack crumbled and I lost most of the important people in my life.
Do I wish her to die? That question madescoff because it wasn't that simple. It's not just a matter of life and death. It's not just about anger and vengeance. Rather, it is about justice.
And quite frankly, no, I didn't want her to die. But not because I'm skind of saint but because I knew death would be an easy way out for a sinner like her.
Instead, I want her to suffer and pay the price for her actions. She deserves to watch everything she values crumble into pieces, just as I did." "Elena? Are you okay?" I could hear Saige and Maise's faint, worried voices, but everything was blurry aroundagainst the turmoil in my heart that's been suppressed way too long.
Faintly, I heard Maise sigh and frustrated movements as her hands touched my arms, shaking. Are you listening? We've been talking for-" little. "Hey! Her words were interrupted by a familiar, deep voice that liftedfrom drowning in sorrow and anger.
"I got it, Maise. You both can go," Prince Deacon said, tapping them both on the shoulder.
I stared at him as I watched my friends reluctantly look at him for a while before they nodded their heads and stood up.
After they left, Prince Deacon mindlessly sat besideand started unpacking the food he brought in front of me." 1/2 Chapter 65 You've done well-more than anyone could ask for. Eat. You'll need the strength." He smiled as he continued serving the food, causing others to glance our way now and then.
Once the anger inslowly subsided by his presence, I managed to calm down and sigh. After watching his movements, I narrowed my eyes and jokingly commented, I can't believe a prince is servingfood himself." He shrugged. "You need to fill your stomach." I narrowed my eyes. Why does it feel like he's cheeringup before a disaster? Wearingly, I asked, "Why do I get the feeling you're leading up to something?" His hands immediately halted as if he had been caught, and let out a small laugh. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I'm just looking for someone carrying too much on their shoulders.
Hearing that obvious excuse madesneer as a hint of bitterness coursed through me. Tapping my shoulder to show how strong it was, I pointed out, "I've carried worse.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm
It was meant to be a joke, but when I saw how his expression dimmed, my hands about reaching for food halted mid air, and hearing the seriousness in his following words madeswallow in difficulty. "And you'll carry more before this is over. But soon, you'll know the truth about your pack." "What truth?" I asked, fully alerted and more curious than ever.
He stared atfor a long tas though he weighed how much I ̧ o'm wanted to know about it. After a little while, he tapped my forehead with the back of his two fingers before standing up. I looked up at him and watched him dust off his clothes, gently ordering me, "Eat first. Rest. Then, we'll talk. For now, just know that not everything is as it seems." What did he mean by that? Why speak in riddles? My hands held tightly on the food container as I watched him walk away.
Looking down at the food in my hands, I sighed, feeling no appetite. But remembering his words, I had no choice but to force myself to take a few bites.
I was meant to finish my food, but just halfway through it, I started feeling my eyelids getting heavier and heavier as exhaustion started cursing through my entire body. Before darkness completely consumed me, I heard faint voices approaching me.
"Look, Prince Deacon, she's stubborn. She still hasn't tended to her wounds." "I'll take care of it." Today's Bonus Offer
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
