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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 · Integral
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A Coward's Choice

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yarin's POV:

In the hall, people were conversing in hushed voices.

Aunt Dorothy checked everyone carefully to ensure no traces of witchcraft were on them. The butler began to call out names according to the list. When he read out a name, a familiar servant stepped out.

"Stacy!"

The short and sturdy servant raised her hand to signal. I recognized her at a glance as the servant who delivered the parcel and quickly stopped her.

Under Stacy's nervous and puzzled expression, she was taken to the pantry where I was.

"Miss Stacy, please don't be afraid. I want you to confirm if you were the one who sent me this parcel in the evening." I handed over the tattered delivery box.

Stacy took it carefully and looked at it for a long time before answering, "It was indeed a delivery I sent for you, Your Highness. But I couldn't confirm if it was this. I didn't look at it carefully then, and my impression of it is very vague."