His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

Elena's POV

My heart momentarily stopped beating as his deep brown eyes lingered in me, seemingly reading my mind and soul through my eyes and searching for the truth.

His stare was so deep I feared he could read through the pain I was trying so hard to hide deep inside me. But for some reason, I couldn't look away.

Swallowing, I slowly shook my head and forced a smile. "No, of course not. He wouldn't dare."

A smile lingered on my lips, but I knew that I couldn't force the sadness in my eyes as I felt the hollow pain in my chest that was getting heavier as Bryson's name hung in the air.

Deep down in me, I wanted to lessen the burden that was causing the clench in my chest, but I couldn't utter a single word. Every time I parted my lips, I'd see the smiles on the faces of the warriors as they thought I had a happy marriage.

I couldn't do it. It's not the proper time nor the proper place.

"When you're ready to speak, remember that I'd be here to listen," he uttered as he grabbed a jag of drink and poured my cup.

I scoffed. Of course, what did I even expect? He's the prince and the god of war. He's not someone that could easily be lied to.noveldrama

Silently, I smiled back at him as I raised my hand and received the cup he just filled. But by doing so, my fingers accidentally brushed into his, and our eyes collided, making the air between us suddenly shift in an unknown direction.

"Cheers!"

We looked away from each other, and I coughed away my nerves as I shifted my gaze as well after hearing the warriors cheering and seeing them raise their cups.

Like them, Prince Deacon and I did the same, and we all gulped our cup's contents in one go.

Drink after drink, we all talked about various things, laughing and enjoying the moment. But after some moments, things got serious again when Prince Deacon called for our attention.

"I hope every one of you had your fun tonight, but it's without hiding that we are still at war," he stared as he gestured to the entire campsite.

After looking around, he went serious and continued, "I have been thinking for a while now, and I've come to a decision that we won't have to wait for rogues to attack."

Standing up, his voice became more dominant. "Their games won't play us. Instead, we will attack them on our terms and lead this war!"

I looked around and watched as everyone went silent in shock. Little by little, then, the crowd became filled with low murmurs.

It's evident that no one expected the Prince to be convicted of an offense this soon, and frankly, I didn't expect it either, especially since we still didn't have any aid or an increase in supplies.

Narrowing my eyes, I stared at him and tried to think things out from his own perspective.

Why offense? Why so early? How was he planning to win this with a lack of hands and supplies?

Then... after some thoughts... a bulb seemingly suddenly light in my head.

Clearing my throat, I grabbed their attention, but my eyes remained on Prince Deacon's.

"You're planning to strike for a few times, aren't you? Three times, to be exact. The first two attacks will be feint distractions. The third will be the real blow," I asked, confidently voicing his thoughts.

A small smile formed on his lips, and his eyes flickered with... Was it pride that I was seeing?

For unknown reasons, my heart jumped in joy from receiving an appraisal from him.

After a few seconds of silence, he nodded his head and smirked with pride. "You've been paying attention."

Paying attention? My heart pounded. Did he see me staring at him, or did he mean paying attention to the state of war we were in?

Trying to calm myself, I simply believed it was the latter and kept my sanity intact.

When he moved his head, gesturing for me to move closer, my heart beat faster as I shifted and sat closer to him. I couldn't explain it, but there was something about Prince Deacon's gaze that was affecting my functioning,

I could feel the weight of everyone's gazes on me, but all that was pulling me was

Prince Deacon's gaze, which seemingly warmly burned through my heart.

I was still lost in his stare when, at the most unexpected moment, he raised his hand and gently pinched my cheek. His warm fingertips made me feel his warmth, further heating my probably already flushed face.

"Indeed, you're a natural talent, Elena. An excellent warrior in every sense," he pointed out in a deep voice, eyes staring at me.

Right there and then, every breath I had was sucked out, and my eyes widened as time seemingly stopped and everyone around us faded into the background.