Mountain Springs

“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!


Alpha’s Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Some team members didn't like me, opposed me, or looked down on me.

If I were still like my 18-year-old self, I would have started to doubt myself by now. Would I ask myself what I did wrong? How do I look delicate? Where did I cause any inconvenience to my team members? What should I do to win the love and respect of my players?

But now I didn't. I still asked the first three questions but scoffed at the last one!

I was on a mission to find answers, not make friends. The acknowledgment of my team members was, of course, necessary, but it was definitely not my main problem right now.

Besides, so what if I could never gain the approval of some people? Even a god couldn't get everyone's approval, so what right did I have?

At the end of the day, their existences were of no importance to me.

What an arrogant way of thinking, but who could say I didn't have the right to be arrogant?

The Wasteland