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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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Blood Kin

Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation

Carolyn's POV:

Even though I pretended to be familiar with Adele, I had never seen my half-sister before.

When I woke up, I was already at the edge of a volcano. After I was rescued, Adele had already been imprisoned, so upon closer inspection, I didn't even know what she looked like.

After the former king finished speaking, he discreetly glanced at me, seemingly worried it might upset me. But I had no reason to be angry. It was quite funny; I didn't even resent Adele.

Perhaps, during the kidnapping, I feared and hated her, but after all these years, as I walked alone through life, tasted numerous joys and sorrows, and witnessed countless farewells, I gradually began to understand the motivation behind her actions.

Her life was like a senseless third-rate opera—a birth abandoned by her mother, growing under the influence of enemies, an inner world filled with hatred, and a life manipulated by emptiness.