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The Abandoned Lycan Queen 41 Chapter 41 Elena's POV Though Bryson and Glenda had their arms linked together, Bryson managed to delay his step for half a second, just enough tfor him to cast one last glance back atSomething in my heart flickered as I saw regret in his eyes before he vanished from my sight.

Don't be stupid, Elena! I wanted to smack and scold myself for feeling a fierce pain jolting in my heart whenever I encounter Bryson.

He betrayed me, and I had already rejected him, and together with that was my vow to bury every last bit of my feelings for him. I freed him and myself the second I divorced him, which was why it frustrateinside whenever I felt pain in my heart whenever I see him.

"Of course, whether you want it or not, he beca part of us, and once upon a time, we loved him," Ava reasoned.

I blocked her out without wanting to hear Ava's logical and truthful explanation.

When the doors closed, Deacon approached me, his eyes searching my face with surprising tenderness. Though Bryson and Glenda left the room, a tense silence remained. I could still feel others' lingering gaze upon me, but the grief and pain I was trying to hide earlier had now resurfaced, overwhelming my every being and making everything aroundblur out.

"Are you alright?" Prince Deacon finally voiced out his thoughts. His voice remained gentle and cautious even as he weighed how I was feeling.

I raised my eyes and met his, which took my breath away. Like always, there was a gentleness in his eyes, but what caughtoff guard was the sadness in his mesmerizing brown eyes, seemingly mirrored my grief.

Seeing my immense pain through the orbs of his eyes, every brick I lay to form a wall aroundshuttered into small pieces, completely diminishing the wall between us. My heart trembled, and the tears I'd been withholding for so long welled up in the corner of my eyes, threatening to fall any minute now.

Shaking, I raised my hands upon realizing that I was about to cry and hurriedly rubbed my eyes dry, not caring that it started to get hurt or that it turned red.

"Don't... You'll hurt yourself," Prince Deacon concernly uttered, pulling my hands away from my face.

I already cried so much for Bryson - a man not worthy of my time, let alone my tears. I wouldn't cry for him anymore or any other matters. From now on, I have to be stronger.

Taking a deep breath, I looked around every warrior like Uncle Harold, who was waiting for more details about my mother's death that they were clueless about.

"Here, Elena....." Uncle Harold uttered softly as he pushed a chair toward me, which I happily accepted and thanked him for.

Seating, I gripped the armrest as I recalled and narrated to them what happened that tragic day.

I never thought I'd cto recount the pain of the massacre, but they deserve to know it, too.

"I was at Bryson's house, in the Swiftridge Pack, when I got the news... that the Irownpaw Pack was attacked. I immediately rushed back, praying it was fake news. But when I got there..." my voice trembled as my fingertips dipped into the wooden armrest of the chair I was in.

1/2 Chapter 41 I felt Prince Deacon's steady presence at my side, but the hunting images of those days filled my mind, and no comfort or hold could makefeel better.

In a whisper, I continued to retell with difficulty, "It was a scene of pure bloodshed. My mother... my young nephews, the Omegas who had been with our family for years... they were all gone. T-they're bodies were ruthlessly left in the pool of their own blood and almost unrecognizable from all the cuts around their skin." I paused, feeling the memory of that day wash over me... The distinctive metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils as I took every step nearer the inside of the pack, and the chilling silence that had taken over what was once my family's haven filled with joyful laughter.

Closing my eyes, the pain I had felt back then seemingly still felt so raw right now, even after the months that had passed.

I could feel the others looking atwith pain and sadness, but I paid them no attention as I fought with myself not to breakdown.

Unexpectedly, I felt Prince Deacon moved towards me. He pushed one of my arms away from the armrest and sat on it before he wrapped an arm around me, pullinginto a comforting embrace filled with warmth and care.

It didn't heal the pain in my heart, but it was enough to keepat bay and preventfrom breaking down. Once I calmed down, he loosened his hold a little and lowered his head near my ears, "Do you know which Rogues did that to your pack?" Rage cursed through my veins as my discussion with Jayden, my Beta in Ironpaw Pack, replayed in my mind.

With controlled rage, I replied, "They were from the South "The South..." Prince Deacon whispered as realization clicked in his eyes.

As if putting the pieces together, his jaw tightened as his eyes landed back on me.

I saw how his dark gaze softened as sympathy and concern covered it. Standing, he looked at everyone and sternly ordered, "Everyone, out! Now!" Everyone jolted from their posts and hurriedly left the main tent.

The last to leave was Uncle Harold, who kept staring atand looking hesitant to leavealone, sorrow vividly visible in his eyes. "Your family would be proud to have such a daughter and sister, Elena."

I wasn't sure exactly how long Uncle Harold had known my family, but given by how much he was affected by everything, I'd say he was probably my parents' best friend Realizing that this news shocked him and that he might need comfort as much as I do, I forced a timid smile to show him I was okay.

However, right after he left, a tear finally made its way down my cheek, betraying my long struggles to keep it in As if those tears were magma that would burn me,

I hurriedly tried to brush it away, but Prince Deacon's gentle hand moved from my shoulder to my wrist, En stoppingfrom restraining myself.

With that, my chin trembled as tears continued to drop from my eyes one after another.

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