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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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819 Chs

Countercurrent

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Selma Payne's POV:

My heart beat like a war drum, and my blood flowed rapidly. The strong friction made my skin hot all over, so hot that I cried out in pain and was about to burn.

The mark flickered rapidly, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, sometimes strong and sometimes weak as if it had a life of its own.

I was about to suffocate. My skin was expanding, and my internal organs were shifting. The mark was distorted, deformed, and cracked, reaching its limit...

Everything was compressed tightly, like the critical point before the Big Bang.

Then, it exploded!

I felt myself exploding. My blood evaporated, my body dissipated, my bones cracked, and everything turned into fragments, fusing with the cold cocoon.

Only my soul retained its consciousness. Everything had become my nutrients, a protein that could provide new life. It reassembled chaotically, hoping that a beautiful moth would fly out.