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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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Wilted Narcissus

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Julie's POV:

I walked up to the room, holding the knife Jack gave me. It was pure silver, like an ordinary fruit knife.

The villa was dark, and there was no light at all. My eyes had long been damaged from being imprisoned for a long time. I couldn't see anything in the dark. I often fell down the stairs or in front of the table and chairs, but I got up stiffly and stubbornly walked toward my destination like a zombie.

I felt fear, not because of the darkness, but because of my child.

How was his health? The Evaria Family treasured him so much, so why didn't they treat his illness?

I was sure Jack wasn't doing well. Maybe the Evaria Family pampered him, but they couldn't provide much comfort. Jack was like a daffodil in the desert. He lived in an artificial water source, but it could not change his terrible and barren environment.

My child had been spoiled, both physically and spiritually.