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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!

Mountain Springs · Integral
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The King's Emissary

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Selma Payne's POV:

Like all ancient myths and legends, the ancestors of any race would have strange experiences different from ordinary people, the elves' ancestors were no exception.

This race that crazily worshipped nature believed their ancestor was born from a flower blooming in the winter desert. After he was born, the desert that struggled in the winter and heat instantly became a warm forest with a pleasant climate, which was now most of the Elf Forest.

The flower that gave birth to the elven ancestors came from the Mother Tree of Nature, so it was not an exaggeration to say that it was the most precious treasure of the elven race.

Now that the Mother Tree of Nature had been stolen, it was like the Louvre or the Taj Mahal suddenly torn down by terrorists. It was an extremely humiliating act that threw the elves' pride and dignity on the ground.