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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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Self-Protection

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

Heller's POV:

It was hard to say what that thing was.

There should have been a grand mansion there, though only three stories tall, it had a touch of intricate design, a sign that a deeply virtuous family resided within.

But now, the mansion was gone, replaced by a mass of inexplicable 'flesh and blood'.

I was unsure if 'flesh and blood' was an accurate description because, amidst the surging of muscles and pustules, occasional glimpses of the architectural structure appeared, as if the mansion had suddenly come to life, evolving its own body.

The military forces stationed around Charlies' estate have fully controlled the area. The soldiers wore evident anxiety on their faces. It wasn't until I ran out that I realized why the reinforcements were not arriving promptly. They had been here long ago, deliberately delaying.

This time, we were the ones caught in the fishing net of law enforcement.