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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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Yarin's POV:

This cat-and-mouse game had finally angered everyone. If the mountain doesn't come to me, I'll go to the mountain. A crazy idea began to form in my mind.

"What if anyone can perform a ritual for Azazel? Why can't we?"

When I said this, the expressions on people's faces made it clear they thought I was crazy.

Cynthia asked in disbelief, "Are you running a fever? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"No, I'm serious," I insisted. "Rituals create a connection to power; with that connection, we can trace back to Azazel's location. Since he's currently in a coma and the divine essence is in Linda's hands, it's as if Linda temporarily holds Azazel's power—equivalent to us finding Linda."

After I finished speaking, there was a long silence.

I began to doubt myself and muttered, "Well, it's quite dangerous, and who knows what might happen during a demon summoning ritual... Maybe we shouldn't complicate things..."