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

The other side of the palace had become a living hell.

There were high-ranking officials in the palace and even more servants, craftsmen, and guards. These people obviously could not be protected like the nobles and mayors in the first instance of a disaster, so they became the first target of the cultists' wanton attacks.

I sensed a familiar evil aura. I realized that the heretic cult believers were using their old tricks again, attempting to mutate more elves. The worst thing was that they had already succeeded a lot, and the condition of the infected this time was worse. Dozens of 'elves' with twisted limbs and bloody bodies were attacking everyone indiscriminately like zombies without any sense of reason.

The Heresy Of A Cult