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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!

Mountain Springs · 综合
分數不夠
819 Chs

Yarin's POV:

I hadn't even had a chance to examine the first moth when my stomach churned again, and I vomited out more bizarre and deformed moths. Some were intact, while others were missing limbs or had only a fleshy body, wriggling like larvae for a few moments before their short lives ended.

The nauseating feeling subsided after I had thrown up seven or eight moths in succession.

Heller and Cynthia rushed over, startled by my weakened and breathless appearance as I sat slumped against the sink. They immediately asked, "What happened? Are you hurt? Are you okay?"

With keen eyes, Cynthia noticed the dead moths in the sink and realized that my condition was surely connected to them.

"Did you vomit these out?"

I weakly nodded and said, "Yes, I don't know why, they seemed to appear out of nowhere."

"We should call Mom and Dad," Cynthia said. "I hope things aren't as bad as I'm thinking, but with the moths..."