Alpha’s Rejected Mate Returns as Queen - Chapter 51

51 Envy

Selma Payne’s POV:

Maybe the ending after my identity was exposed wouldn’t be good, but at this moment, at least at this moment, I was willing to trust in Aldrich, his sincerity and courage, and never let him down.

We expressed our trust and love for each other with our kisses under the moonlight.

Once the kiss was over, I felt a little shy. Although there was no one around, it was still quite embarrassing.

“Are you angry?” Aldrich gently leaned on my forehead and asked with a smile, “Because I kissed you for too long, you didn’t have time to breathe?”

Gosh! Why did this person become so frivolous once he recovered his emotions?

I punched him a few times playfully and then returned to his arms.

We sat on the training ground, quietly admiring the moonlight and enjoying this quiet moment.

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“About that prophecy…”

We spoke at the same time and laughed.

“I want to say, don’t worry. We won’t be in such a dire situation.” Aldrich consoled me, “We won’t let this happen, right?”

“In fact,” I whispered. “The prophecy says that our disaster doesn’t come from us but from some external factors that she can’t see.”

“I’m too nervous. Although I know the cause isn’t me, I’m still afraid that any decision I make will make things worse.”

Aldrich gently kissed my cheek and said, “I’m very happy that you’re thinking about me, but you have to promise that you’ll always put yourself first, okay?”

“But you have to promise me that,” I said.

We didn’t swear to each other, but there was no need to. Passionate love flows in our blood, proving that we would never let each other feel heartache.

Benson Walton’s POV:

Before I knew it, winter had come.

The atmosphere in the pack had not been very good recently. It had been a long time since Selma committed suicide, but the haze caused by this damn human had not dissipated.

Rhode didn’t talk about this anymore, but I knew that sometimes he would sit at the place where Selma jumped off the cliff for the whole night. Mr. Wharton would also go occasionally.

It wasn’t a surprise how I knew. I didn’t feel guilty about Selma’s death. Yet, somehow, I would occasionally walk there without realizing it.

Daniel had to be one of those who were feeling proud.

His trip to the Silver Moon Pack had allowed him to encounter his mate accidentally. Teresa was a good girl. She was strong, beautiful, brave, and of noble birth. I wouldn’t say that I was a little envious of that lucky kid, Daniel.

As for me, I was still alone. I hadn’t even seen the shadow of my second mate.

The Southern Pack was a powerful pack. I wanted to go there and try my luck, but the Moon Goddess seemed to have forgotten about me, a young werewolf in his prime. There were so many young wolves out there, but not a single one of them was fated to be with me.

“Hey, don’t be too disheartened. Love is something that no one can say for sure.” Rhode handed me a bottle of ginger beer and said nonchalantly, “Look at me. I’m single like you. Finding a mate isn’t something that can be done in a short time. Some people are in their fifties and still haven’t met their mate.”

“Go to hell! Don’t spout nonsense.” I grabbed the ginger beer and took a big gulp. “If I don’t find a mate until I’m fifty, what would happen to the pack? My packsmen won’t be able to wait with me for so long.”

Rhode laughed. “Haha, don’t use the pack as an excuse. You’re just afraid of not being able to find a wife!”

I didn’t say anything, so I’d make it a silent consent.

I wouldn’t be so anxious to find my mate if I were an ordinary werewolf. But I was the Alpha, the leader of a pack. Finding my other half was related to the pack’s sustainability. It was a mission that I must fulfill.

“In my opinion, we don’t have to follow the ancient tradition. A mate is hard to come by.”

Rhode put his arm around my shoulder and motioned me to look at the dance floor. “What era is it now? Some werewolves rejected their fated mate and chose a chosen mate. We’ve gone to many packs, but aren’t there many Alpha’s Luna who is a chosen mate?”

I looked disinterestedly at the lively and enthusiastic girls on the dance floor.

How could a chosen mate be compared to a fated mate? The former was just a lie about dopamine, while the latter was the most precious half that the Moon Goddess had given to werewolves.

A pack’s Alpha could only give birth to the purest offspring by coming together with their fated mate to ensure the continuation of the pack.

I didn’t continue the topic.

“When the southern Duke met us yesterday, I wanted to say, ‘Oh my god, he’s such a handsome old man.’ It’s not that he’s not strong, but his looks are beyond my expectations. Is he really fifty-two years old?”

“It’s true.” I nodded. “I heard his ancestors had elven blood, but I don’t know how he inherited what his ancestors had.”

“The southern Duke only found his mate at thirty-six!” Rhode winked at me. “Maybe you don’t have to wait as long as he does. Thirty-five will do.”

“Get lost.”

I danced a few rounds under Rhode’s urging. Then, I was about to go back to rest. When Rhode saw me about to leave, not wanting to stay any longer, we said goodbye to the party’s host.

“Stay and enjoy for a while more. We still have to set off fireworks at night.” The southern Duke’s daughter, Carolyn, said, “Are we not hospitable enough? Please don’t be shy and treat this place as your home!”