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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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Late Spring Flowers

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Benson Walton's POV:

When I was brought to the secret prison, I had to admit that I was very ignorant.

When I discovered the cause of everything, a fit of irrepressible anger engulfed me.

Why was everyone suspecting me?

Just because I once had a grudge against Selma, and Aldrich was Selma's husband, so I must take revenge on him?

I thought that even though I didn't do the best, it was enough. I endured the coldness and darkness of the mobile patrol team without complaint, punishing myself with endless regret. I didn't ask for anyone's forgiveness. I wanted to find peace in my heart through constant, bitter cultivation.

However, I couldn't even fulfill this little wish. A sudden conspiracy pushed me into the eye of the storm again. Ironically, I didn't have any evidence to prove my innocence.

There was no evidence to prove that I was the murderer, and there was no evidence to clear my name.