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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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First Meeting or Reunion

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yarin's POV:

Spil was omnipresent; he said he wouldn't appear before others but would watch me from afar to prevent any danger.

I found that this nature's child was sometimes too straightforward and simple. Helplessly, I said, "Don't be so nervous, buddy. Aunt Carolyn is a good person and is less dangerous than Maxine when she hasn't had lunch."

"I can hear you." Maxine, lying on the sofa pretending to doze off, lazily swayed her silver tail.

It wasn't even noon yet, but Cynthia hurriedly dragged Heller and me to the garden. We sat on the lush green grass, and Cynthia was busy crafting with fresh flowers and long grass while we became her tools for picking flowers.

Heller's vision was gradually recovering, and he could vaguely see the colors of things, but he still couldn't accurately make out the shape of a flower or a blade of grass.