Chapter 15
Elena’s POV
Staring at his mesmerizing eyes took my breath away, especially considering how close we were to each other right now.
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As if he knew his effect on me, he let out a smug smirk before he sat back down from his seat and pushed a cup of tea toward me. “Here, this will relax your nerves.
Finally, I could breathe, but I looked at him calculatively as I felt his words had two meanings. Shaking those thoughts away, I accepted it. “Thank you, Prince Deacon.”
I lifted it to my lips and let the correct temperature of the tea and tasted its fresh but sweet and sour taste lingered on my tongue while I watched his turn into complete blackness.
He’s mind–linking someone.
Curious, I opened my link as well and listened.
“Prepare some food and send it to my barrack.”
My brows furrowed in both confusion and shock as I placed down my half–finished tea.
When his eyes turned back to its beautiful, mesmerizing hazel eyes, I asked, “Are you not going to ask for the King’s reinforcement? You haven’t called out for an emergency meeting countermeasures as well. Why?”
I mean, I just told him that there would be a rebellion, and he said he believed me, and yet there he was, giving an order about food preparation?
Was he that confident in his skills? Did he not really believe me? Does he just lack a sense of urgency and danger?
But then, when he spoke, he proved all of my thoughts wrong.
“It will take time for the new batch of supplies to be delivered and much more to recruit more recruits. Furthermore, I need more evidence before sending the issue to the King.”
After hearing his reasons, I nodded in understanding. He did have a good reason.
Besides, the king didn’t believe the letter I showed him. If he learned that I went here and it’s the same thing the prince was basing his judgment without more proof to back it up, he might just get even more mad. Then, even the prince might face his wrath.
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Drown in my own thoughts as I was reminded once again of the King’s wrath, I involuntarily bit the side of my cheek while I anxiously tapped my fingers on the table, taking deep breaths.
“You did good,” he suddenly said, which made me blink and look at him dumbfoundedly as I furrowed my brows and tilted my head.
“What?” he asked with a raised brow.
I let out a small laugh and shook my head, reminded of his earlier words, before I nonchalantly replied, “You did call me a fool earlier.”
He stared at me for a while as he sipped his own tea before his eyes dimmed and his demeanor turned back to the serious man I’d first met. “You coming here helps me prepare early, but you should not have risked yourself. I’ll be sending you back to Swiftridge in a few
days.”
Hearing that, I was jolted back to reality, and my eyes widened. With great disagreement, I
uttered in a controlled voice so it wouldn’t come out as a shout. “No!”
He was, after all, still the prince.
“You want to stay? This is a battlefield, Elena. Not a child’s playhouse.” His voice was filled
with angst as he roughly put down his teacup on the saucer, which made a loud sound.
Anymore rougher, and it would have broken to pieces.
To say I didn’t feel a chill from his response would be a lie, but I swallowed as much fear as I
could and kept my chin raised as I reasoned, “My father and brothers died fighting. I’ll stay
and contribute to the kingdom as well. I’ll fight and defend our kingdom.”
“Are you hearing yourself?” He shook his head and looked at me as though another head grew
from my neck.
I fisted my hands and told him something that I was sure would entice him. “I’ve already sent
messages to my comrades and friends who trained with me before. They’ll stand with us.”
I polished and improved my skills as a warrior when I entered the Custodes. It’s a hidden
training ground only for the most skilled werewolves seen with potential by the masters.
Though I didn’t become a warrior after leaving because I heeded my mother’s wishes for me to live as a Luna, all of my training and connections remained intact.
But then again, no one knew about that except my family. We didn’t hide it, but we didn’t flaunt
it either.
“No! You are a woman! You shouldn’t be in here, dirtying your hands with blood!” he strongly
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I would have rolled my eyes and dissed him if he wasn’t the prince. What kind of thinking was
that? We weren’t in the old age anymore; even Glenda was a looked–up warrior – not that she actually deserved that.
Instead of complaining, I merely stood my ground and firmly said, “I’m already here, so I’ll stay.
”
“Exactly!” he shouted and slammed his hands on the table as he went on, “Why are you here
in the first place? You should have let your husband do the hard work for you! Wars are not a
place for a woman.”
I inwardly snickered. Husband? What could I expect from that ex of mine?
“The King won’t believe him either,” I replied instead.
As he was always at war, I knew that he wasn’t up to date with the news in the kingdom.
Besides, I think my personal life had nothing to do with the issue at hand, so I don’t feel the
need to correct him.
However, unexpectedly, his eyes dimmed with dangerous glint, and his lips pursed into a thin
line as his sharp jaws cleaned in anger. “Then he should have been the one who traveled this
far to meet me! How can a man, much more, an Alpha, let his wife face danger while he hides
back in his pack? This is ridiculous!”
Well, Prince Deacon, you’ll be surprised how unqualified Bryson was as a husband and an Alpha…
if only you knew everything.
Simply, I shrugged my shoulders. “What happened already happened. I’m here already.”
Narrowing his eyes, he calmed down a bit from my causal reply and commented, “You’re stubborn, you know that.”
Letting out a small smile as I was reminded of my parents and brother’s words, I laughingly replied, “I’ve been told one or twice.”
When I saw him calm down, though, I turned serious as I stared at his hazel eyes to watch his every reaction as I asked, “For real, why did you believe me so easily?”
“On the war at the border, I found it bizarre how Alpha Bryon and his troops won the battle so easily and quickly,” he reasons.
So, Jayden and I weren’t the only ones who had come to that conclusion. That made our theory even more believable when the prince had doubts.
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I fidgeted with my fingers under the table as I hesitated whether or not to share what Jayden and I thought about it.
Could I trust him? I mean, he trusted me easily, and though he might seem cold and serious, dangerous even, there’s something in him that makes me feel safe and comfortable.
He believed me. I have to give him the same benefit of the doubt.
With those thoughts, I started, “Actually, I think it had something to do with the massac-‘
I closed my eyes in embarrassment and was interrupted by the loud rumbling sound from my stomach.
I could only imagine my face looking like a bright tomato, especially when I heard his
comment.
“Someone’s hungry.”
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