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 · Tổng hợp
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
819 Chs

Nothing Is Eternal

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yarin's POV:

Let me clarify—I wasn't someone who cried easily, but I also wasn't the type to put on a brave face and hide my feelings.

To put it simply, since I could remember, I could count the number of times I cried on one hand. My life had been smooth sailing, without many ups and downs.

Perhaps it was because the contrast was too stark after experiencing that magical and dangerous month. My heart, always tightly held together, couldn't longer suppress the repressed emotions.

I cried uncontrollably, not caring if it was in front of the goddess or anyone else. I had to let it all out, just like I said—I wasn't the kind of person who kept things bottled up inside.

The goddess, with great tolerance, forgave my lack of composure. Before I knew it, I was already crying in her arms. She embraced me, and I buried my head in her embrace, sobbing loudly while she gently patted my back to comfort me.