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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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Gone With The Wind

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yarin's POV:

The departure of the goddess was silent and effortless, and my attempts to grasp anything were futile.

A gentle breeze passed, and the garden's lotuses quietly withered, creating a rain of colorful petals floating down gracefully.

I covered my heart, feeling a new rhythm pulsating within it. The sense of emptiness and loss overwhelmed me, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

I knew that we, the werewolf pack, and I had permanently lost a precious treasure.

The goddess's departure was like the last ray of moonlight before dawn, selflessly offering all her brilliance to the world, leaving only a hint of reluctance, and then quietly departing.

This eternal night garden lost its owner from then on, leaving only lonely branches and withered leaves witnessing its past glory.

Spil nudged me with its furry head and said, "Don't cry. The goddess has just left, but she will return one day."