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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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Yarin's POV:

In the car, Lydia remained silent. Autumn tried to comfort her, but she just stayed quiet.

"There's hot cocoa in the car's thermos," the driver, Spil, said calmly. "Have some to warm up."

The chill of late winter hadn't completely faded from the March air. The car was heated, causing the windows to fog up slightly.

Though I haven't mentioned Spil much, he's been by my side all along, living with me at the Charlies' residence as my personal steward. However, he was really skilled at remaining hidden; if he didn't want to be seen, turning the house upside down wouldn't help.

Since Aunt Carolyn packed up and left for the south, Spil's appearances have become more frequent.

The car was spacious and comfortable, but Lydia sat tightly in her seat, not moving. As we waited at a traffic light, Lydia suddenly asked in a low voice, "What will happen to that policeman?"