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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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Letting Go

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Selma Payne's POV:

No matter what, my father wouldn't allow Dorothy to risk going to the Rocky Mountains, much less me.

We could only leave in low spirits.

Dorothy's eyes were getting worse and worse. Recently, she often had dry eyes and tears in the wind. Tracy had done a checkup and said that Dorothy's eyes had already developed some lesion. Although the degree was still light, no one knew how bad the results would be if this continued.

Although the advanced party's news brought us hope, it made us even more anxious.

Thus, when we were having dinner alone that night, I couldn't help but mention her father to her.

Dorothy was not as resistant as the last time, but she did nothing out of the ordinary. She did not care at all, as if I had just mentioned a stranger.

"I won't beg him, Selma," she said. "It's not just because I'm a stranger to him but also because I don't think it's necessary."

"Why?" I asked in confusion.