webnovel

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 · General
Sin suficientes valoraciones
819 Chs

Adele's POV:

The cold and damp dungeon was filled with an unpleasant moldy smell.

The werewolves didn't torture me and even gave me good food and shelter. However, this only made me despise their hypocrisy even more. They wanted to dig out my brain to see what was inside, so why did they have to pretend to be hypocritical and compassionate?

A group of uncivilized animals, the failed creation of the ancient witches, dared to claim to be civilized.

Lying on the hard bed, I stared into space as I killed time in boredom.

How long could I live?

I wondered.

I probably wouldn't be able to provide helpful information to the werewolf for more than a week because of the blood curse in my head; I couldn't say anything about Master.

A useless and dangerous captive would be the safest if she were dead, right?

I couldn't wait for the werewolves to burn me to death so that my cruel master would only get a useless burnt corpse.