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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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The Black Cocoon

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Selma Payne's POV:

Three days passed by quickly.

I met all of my old friends once. On the night I woke up, Dorothy wanted to follow the original plan and bring his family to pray for me. I hurriedly rejected her. In any case, I was already awake, and there was nothing wrong with my body and soul, so I didn't want them to make a wasted trip.

After all, the divine fragment was the proof that supported their rationality. Although they would not die so easily because of the little energy lost, who knew if there was a chance? It was better to be careful.

And I also felt a little complicated about this kind of repetitive behavior. I was touched and grateful. Anyone would be touched by such sincere dedication. However, it was also true that I felt uncomfortable. This wasn't a difference in status but a difference in the race. However, I was no longer that high and mighty god. Rather than being worshipped by others, I would rather sit down and chat with them.