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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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Three Days

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

Selma Payne's POV:

To be honest, I was not sure if it was true, but who could suddenly break into my dream and use moonlight to guide me in mastering power?

I didn't want to appear too full of myself, but there was still a new mark formed from the old mark in my body. Although it was no longer effective, wasn't it a sign of extreme piety to fuse the goddess' mark into my flesh and blood? Who knew? Maybe the goddess was taking pity on me because of this?

To prove my words, I performed a 'heavy snow' for them on the spot.

As the negative impurities in my body had almost been completely removed, I could only produce a few scattered snowflakes this time. They were gone after covering the table.

At this moment, I could feel that the small stream in my body was flowing in a clear and full of vitality.

I'd finally absorbed and purified all the power in that demonic fragment.