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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!

Mountain Springs · General
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Yarin's POV:

Lily was making a lot of noise. I heard that she was trying to provoke the security guards. It was still a little dangerous to put herself in that situation. Although this was her home, it could have been safer and warmer.

I tried my best to go back and forth quickly, dividing myself into many parts to search the study room for valuable clues.

Calling it a study was an understatement for this room. It could be called a small library. The bookshelves that were as high as the ceiling surrounded the place into a small maze.

In the middle of the maze was a long wooden table. The chairs on both sides were messy. Obviously, people had been having meetings, discussions, quarrels, and decisions here all day.

The only thing that could be considered neat was the stack of documents on the table. They were sorted out and bound with bookmarks or paper clips, lying quietly on the table.