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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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Recovery

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

Selma Payne's POV:

I'd always hated the smell of disinfectant, but at this moment, I could turn a blind eye to it.

My body was so heavy that I couldn't even open my eyes. The cold tube was placed on my wrist, and through the slight vibration, I could sense whether the liquid or gas was flowing through it.

This was probably a ward.

That was my first thought after I woke up.

My second thought was, 'What time is it now?'

I didn't know how long I'd slept, a minute or a hundred years. I couldn't even open my eyes to look at the clock now - if there was a clock here.

After an unknown time, I finally gathered enough strength to open my eyes.

As I expected, this was a ward; a very, very, large ward.

Perhaps the designer who built this ward used to design a football field, so it was spacious enough to accommodate the World Cup.