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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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Dorothy's POV:

That day came without warning.

My mixed bloodline silently and rapidly exploded. Without me knowing it, I became a witch with a wolf.

Or rather, a wolf that could do magic.

I didn't know how to face my grandmother. She had always hated the half of me that was my father's. Caning, burning, silver whips, smuggled 'holy water'... I couldn't even remember how many punishments or 'purification' I'd suffered.

Obviously, all these methods were useless. The witch's blood, which my grandmother denounced as 'trash', finally took root and sprouted in my body.

I was brought to the palace and met with the Lycan King. I believed he was about to execute me like he would kill a mouse found in a granary.

That was good too. I was not afraid of death. Death was my release.

The Lycan King was not as imposing as he was on the television or on the posters. He smiled kindly with a compassionate look in his eyes.