Semua Bab His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen: Bab 191 - Bab 200

Elena's POVThe silence in the room that followed was heavier than the door Deacon had just kicked off its hinges. It was suffocating, like there’s a vacuum sucking the air out of the room, leaving only the sound of Glenda’s ragged, panicked breathing and the low, subsonic vibration of Deacon’s growl.Glenda was backed against the glass of the balcony doors, clutching her bleeding shoulder. The madness that had fueled her rampage was flickering, replaced by the terror of a predator realising it had stumbled into the den of a much larger beast."Stay back!" Glenda shrieked, waving her uninjured hand as if she could ward him off. "She attacked me! She tried to kill me! I was just defending myself!"It was pathetic. Even now, standing in the ruins of my bedroom with a silver wound smoking on her shoulder, she tried to play the victim.Deacon didn't speak. He stepped over the debris of the doorframe, his boots crunching on the splintered wood. He didn't rush. He moved with the terrifying

Elena’s POVThe palace was completely and successfully subdued the next morning, moving with the quiet efficiency of a body recovering from a massive trauma. Teams of guards and cleaners worked tirelessly to erase the physical scars of the attack. But the deeper scars, which were the fear, the shock, and the metallic scent of spilt blood… It would surely linger for a long time.Deacon was already in the Council Chambers, coordinating the cleanup and addressing the international fallout. Rafael, after a long, restful sleep, was safely tucked away in the library with Zara, guarded by three of Deacon’s most trusted men.My own injuries were superficial, but the bruises were profound. I changed out of my wedding dress into a simple, severe black suit, the perfect attire for the task ahead.I couldn't move forward until I looked back one last time."Are you sure about this, Princess?" Kaelen asked, standing beside me at the entrance to the underground cells. He was still bandaged, but impe

Elena’s POVThree months…Three months had passed since the night of the wedding, since the blood on the ballroom floor and the fire in the gardens. It had taken time, effort, and an army of dedicated staff, but the physical scars of the attack had been erased. The windows were replaced, the furniture restored, and the entire reception hall, where the ballroom had been, had been meticulously polished, ready to host celebrations once more.The emotional healing, however, was a slower process.I stood on the balcony of our room that’s now fully restored and repaired, watching the sunrise. The air was fresh and cool, carrying the scent of newly bloomed lavender and the distant aroma of breakfast cooking downstairs.The kingdom was now at peace. Glenda was a forgotten nightmare in the desolate Southern Wastelands. Bryson was gone, a silent, humble exile. The political fallout had stabilised, cementing Deacon’s position as a King who was fair but absolute in judgment.But the most critical

Elena’s POVThe news about my pregnancy was the biggest and brightest secret we had ever kept for a while. For two weeks, we kept it to ourselves, just enjoying the moment by ourselves first.What’s funny is that after learning about my pregnancy, it looked like Deacon had become a new person. He was always happy and excited, almost like there was a light around him, and well… he became more protective. He insisted on escorting me everywhere and drove the Royal Guard commanders mad by constantly questioning the safety protocols of every single room I entered.By now, I think everyone was already confused by his action.But now we were ready to tell the world, and our first task was to tell Rafael.We sat him down one evening in the library, the setting of so many of his moments. Deacon knelt before him, taking both of the boy's hands."Rafael," Deacon said, his voice soft but serious. "You know you are my son, in every way that matters, correct?"Rafael nodded solemnly. "Yes. I’m the

Elena’s POVThe passage of time was marked not by political events, but by milestones. The first Royal Orphanage had been completed, and it was successful. The integration of the first wave of registered rogues was also a success, and, most importantly, the expanding circumference of my waist.Eight months after the wedding that became a battle, the Kingdom was transformed. People started to feel hopeful instead of scared. New laws promised that every kid would have a stable home, and there was a chance for those who messed up to turn things around. Fewer mercenaries were needed, and the outlaws preferred a calm life to a chaotic one.My journey culminated nine months after the wedding, in the same private infirmary wing where Deacon and I had received our wounds and checked on Rafael.I didn't give birth to a Crown Prince. I gave birth to a daughter.Her name was Eliana, a blend of my name, Elena, and a quiet nod to the lunar cycle that governed our world.The final scene of my story