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Alpha’s Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

“I, Benson Walton, reject you, Selma Payne, from being my future Luna and mate. “If you’re sensible, you’ll find a quiet place to die on your own, instead of tarnishing our people’s glory. “You’re just an ugly toad. Stay in the mud quietly, and don’t burden our pack.” On Benson’s nineteenth birthday, he found out that we were destined mates. But I didn’t expect that he would rather endure great pain than accept me. Every word he said smashed directly into my heart, and the pain made me tremble uncontrollably. I learned I wasn’t my parents’ biological child when I was sixteen. Although they thought of me as an angel that a stork had given them, it didn’t change the fact that I was a weak, little human. I was just a soft egg who would fall over with a poke, a loser who couldn’t even see the road without help from the moonlight. My existence brought shame to my parents, and to my pack! Perhaps I should have died in the woods from the start. With that thought in mind, I decided to return them a pure and unblemished pack tonight. So, I jumped off a cliff and thought I would die. I never imagined I would be saved, and my true identity turned out to be the Lycan King’s only daughter who had been lost eighteen years ago. I was also heir to the throne! That surprised me a lot. I was actually a werewolf? But… Why was I so weak? Was this all just a mistake? To become a qualified heir, I concealed my identity and received training. However, could that frivolous instructor who was in charge of training me really help me awaken my wolf, or was he simply taking advantage of me? As I grew stronger and became a public figure, others attacked and plotted against me many times. Did they have anything to do with those who kidnapped me all those years ago? I have to catch them! I’ll protect my family, and my lover!

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After The Storm

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Selma Payne's POV:

After sending the unconscious Dorothy to the ambulance, I returned to the flower terrace.

The insufferably arrogant witch was now tied up like a deer waiting to be slaughtered. The rope used to tie her up was not an ordinary rope. It was covered with a special confinement spell, a product of a legendary witch in the past, to ensure that the prisoner could not escape even if he had wings.

At this moment, she finally revealed a trace of panic.

"Don't even think that you can catch me so easily." She was bluffing.

I was not in a mood to listen to her nonsense, so I put my hand over her mouth and disdainfully said, "Save it, witch. If you have the energy to do useless things, why don't you think about how to get through the next interrogation?!"

After saying that, I ignored her struggles and waved my hand, ordering the warrior and the werewolf grandmasters to push her onto the prison cart.