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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 was so mesmerized by the painting that I didn't hear Emma and Jordin's shouts.

In the end, they shook me a few times before I came back to my senses. The girls jumped in shock and asked worriedly, "What's wrong, Selma? You were in a daze while staring at the painting just now. We even went close to your ear to call you, but you didn't respond. Have you been too tired recently? Why don't we call it a night and rest first?"

I shook my head and recollected my thoughts. "It's nothing, I might have... drank a little too much, so I didn't react."

Everything disappeared when I raised my head to look at the draft again. The angry goddess, the innocent baby, the despicable man, and the fluttering moth. There was nothing on the canvas, only colors of various sizes. It was as if everything I had just seen was an illusion relying on paint.

But that vision was so clear that everything was happening before me.