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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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Selma Payne's POV:

I usually didn't care about people gossiping about me behind my back. For one, I was too busy to deal with these minor details. Secondly, not everyone was 'qualified' to talk to me.

It was a bit impolite to say this, but the fact was that some young people who were self-aware of their status didn't even have the right to take the initiative to talk to me if we were to get serious. Such people were like Tom, Dick, and Harry to me. Who would care about them?

To make me look up, even if not a demon on the level of Azazel, it should be a famous villain like Adele, who could do something bad.

That was why I was happy to have a reputation for being tolerant and not being calculative about those petty people who didn't deserve my attention.

However, being tolerant didn't mean that I was deaf. The lounge was only so big, and it would be too impudent to say such things in front of everyone.