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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 Golden Shawl

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Selma Payne's POV:

The unconscious team members were not seriously injured, only some superficial injuries and slight mental exhaustion. According to the recovery rate of werewolves, they would be fine after a good sleep.

I rejoiced at my bold actions, or else the casualties would have been immeasurable.

"Thank you, Selma," the leader, Master Mary, thanked me sincerely. "You saved everyone. I apologize for my doubt in you."

"Don't say that," I said, waving my hand uncomfortably. I wouldn't have been able to do anything if everyone hadn't worked together to destroy the human shadows.

Master Hayley and Master Kevin, who were in charge of settling the wounded, had also come. They held a pile of unused history balls and carefully sealed them in an ice box temporarily made of spell and snow.