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The Abandoned Lycan Queen 40 Elena's POV Glenda froze as her words were caught in her throat upon feeling Prince Deacon's powerful aura that demanded submission.

Like the rest of us, there was no doubt that she felt that chilling sensation that crept to our spine, and hers would have been far worse as it was directed to her. Eventually, she could only look away, silent for once, probably realizing that its futile for her to argue further.

"Listen here, and listen well, Glenda. No matter how many merits you gained through war, there's no amount of merit in this kingdom you could ever earn to have the privilege to disrespectnor the King!" Prince Deacon uttered in a chilling voice as his eyes turned a glint of reddish-gold that's a mark of Lycan wolves.

"The King... I never..." she stuttered, as confused as I was.

Indeed, Glenda was reckless and boldly retorted to Prince Deacon, but I never heard her badmouth the King-that would be like her asking for a death sentence.

Abruptly, Prince Deacon grabbed my wrist and pulledbeside him. "I just received a letter that the King will personally grant Elena a remarkable reward after we return to the kingdom! Or are you saying she doesn't deserve it as well?" My eyes widened. Did the King really do that, or was he only making things up for my sake? I shook my head. That's impossible. He's the prince, and he wouldn't make things up like his for any matter.

At first, she was in a panic, and I thought she would restrain herself and keep her mouth shut, but I spoke too soon because not even a minute later, her eyes blazed, and she once again went out of control.

"That can't be right! You guys can't have this unfair favoritism and forget the sacrifices of those real warriors likethat worked hard for the-" Glenda's following words turned muffled as Bryson's hand cout of nowhere. He covered Glenda's mouth from behind while pulling her back behind him. With a quick gesture, he told her to shut up, to which she surprisingly listened.

"I'm sorry, Prince Deacon! Please forgive her on my behalf, and she was just surprised," Bryson stammered an apology with his head humbly bowed down while standing firmly between the fuming Prince Deacon and Glenda, whom he's protectively hiding behind him.

It seemed like Bryson still had a handful of sense as he stopped Glenda midway upon seeing Prince Deacon's eyes turning more red and the veins on his neck bulging in madness.

If he was late any second, Glenda's words of disrespect would have caused her life as Prince Deacon might have shifted to slit her throat.

If she had been unfortunate, it would have been the first tin a long tthat everyone witnessed a Lycan shift into their werewolf form.

Because Lycans were naturally stronger than average werewolves, they didn't even need to shift to their wolf form to be stronger. Most of the time, they would only need their claws and fangs in a battle.

"Discipline your wife, Bryson, or I'll do the job for you!" Everyone held back their breaths, including me. Prince Deacon's voice seemingly bectwo as his inner wolf's growl echoed with his words.

1/2 Chapter 40 "I... I understand, Prince. Please accept my apology on behalf of the two of us," Bryson once again said.

My heart hardened as I witnessed him bravely shield Glenda from Prince Daecon's wrath, even at his own expense. He even outright made excuses for her, which brought bitterness to me. Everything he was doing was like salt in my heart's wound, which I thought had been long closed.

I huffed and thought, 'Was that really how much he loved her?' I couldn't even remember a single moment we had together when he tried to fight for me. Not even against his family.

Prince Deacon nodded his head, seemingly accepting his apology, but he kept moving toward him and placed a heavy hand on Bryson's shoulder.

Narrowing my eyes, I saw how Bryson squirmed as he endured the pain from Prince Deacon's tightening grasp. "Remember, Generals..." his eyes flickering between Bryson and Glenda as he continued, "I need warriors who know how to follow orders and nothing else." With eyes lingering at Glenda, he added further, "I don't need anyone else useless opinion. And if you can't deal with that, then feel free to leave my border." Bryson nodded. "It won't happen again, Alpha." "Good, I knew I could count on you!" Prince Deacon tapped his shoulder and moved away, a devilish smirk retaining on his lips.

Now, this was the god of war that everyone was so afraid of. He He looked completely merciless and deadly, an appearance I never saw in him since chere. Not even during our battles with the Rogues.

"You guys better rest on your quarters. The warriors outside will lead you," he muttered, dismissing N them They bowed their heads in respect to him. However, before they turned to leave, Glenda halted. She discreetly senta glare of menace before turning to face Prince Deacon with a reek of thin contempt she was trying to hide,

"Forgive me, Your Highness. Perhaps because of my humble background, I had no right to argue or seek fairness. As you advised, I will follow all orders." I scoffed in my mind. She was apologizing, and yet her words sounded more like a complaint than a word of realization for her mistake.

Nonetheless, she bowed her head low before turning around. With arms clinging to Bryson, they made their way out.

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