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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 Second Life

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yarin's POV:

When I woke up, there was no one around. I was lying on the high platform in the secret chamber of the New Moon Temple. The bedding was soft, and I couldn't make any significant movements for now. I had slept for too long, and my muscles were not yet ready.

The pure white curtains were just as they were in my dream. I turned my head slightly, and there lay a small harp beside my pillow.

It was different from the one in my dream. The wooden body of the harp had dried and cracked, the golden and silver strings were rusty, and some were even broken, curling toward the round silver ornament that had oxidized to a dark hue. It was no longer as shiny and pristine as before.

How could it have turned out like this?

I wanted to get closer for a better look, but my body wouldn't allow it yet. Just then, the door to the chamber opened slightly, and a few figures stumbled toward me.

"Yarin! My child, you're awake..."