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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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False Alarm

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yarin's POV:

Halfway through the ride, there was a relatively narrow street in front of them. Although the Silver Moon Pack had already widened it, it was still not as wide as the magnificent roads in the city center due to the heavy traffic.

To prevent accidents, the staff divided the tourists in advance and led them to the tributary at the fork in advance.

Correspondingly, the convoy would also have to split up. The Tearing Oriole we were in would have to merge into the middle road. This meant that although there were fewer tourists, fewer staff and guards would be around. This was because they had to ensure the safety of the three routes without increasing the flow pressure. For this reason, they had to follow the tourists and split up.

I could see that the police force surrounding the float had decreased. Although I had arranged for some personnel to be stationed here in advance, a vague sense of danger lingered in my heart.