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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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A Rope of Bones

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yarin's POV:

'I' swarmed toward the dwarf. Seeing this, he finally became serious. But at the same time, he seemed to be even more excited. He muttered nervously, "Art… This was simply a supreme work of art. Formless was tangible. Formless is myriad… It's so perfect and coincidental. As expected, you're the one chosen…"

I acted as if I didn't hear his crazy words and attacked mercilessly. In an instant, I drilled a few bloody holes in his limbs. The blunt metal legs of the stool were not sharp, and it would take a lot of strength to pierce through a person's body. This would cause greater pain and crush his muscles and bones.

A normal person should not be able to stand up by now, but the dwarf was not normal. He ignored the wounds on his body, and a rope appeared beside him at some point. It was the same as the one worn on the hostage, stained with red-to-black blood.