Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

298 An Old Acquaintance From Hell

Benson Walton’s POV:

There was nothing good to say about my days as a leader.

After losing my initial pride and passion, I admitted that the mundane work was a little boring. A wolf that yearned for freedom lived in my heart, but the reality was that I could only sit in front of my desk and deal with official business, fighting with a group of people for profit.

The Shadow Pack was still a united, rich, and powerful pack, but it was not quite the same as I had imagined.

This kind of anxiety grew more and more intense in my boring life. The responsibility of being a leader and the desire for freedom tormented me alternately like ice and lava. After a few years, I felt like I had aged twenty years. I couldn’t find any of the vigors of my youth.

Other than that, there was another thing that was tormenting me.

The Moon Goddess did not show her mercy in the end. After so many years, my second mate had yet to appear. The friends who grew up with me gradually found their mates or entered the hall of marriage. I was the only one who was still waiting for the fated mate that would never come a second time.

Time had changed. I was no longer the arrogant young boy from back then. The fated mate theory couldn’t withstand the pressure of life. Now I wanted to find a mate who knew and loved me, even if she was only a chosen mate.

After my father and mother retired, they lived in seclusion. At first, they were worried about my life, but later they didn’t care much. My mother said, “Although we are very worried that you can’t find a life partner, we can’t push a good family’s child into the fire pit.”

No matter what, time passed by slowly, and there were no waves in my peaceful life.

Until one day, a piece of explosive news swept through the entire werewolf kingdom.

When I saw that familiar face on the television, I was stunned for a moment. There was no other reason. After so many years, we silently acknowledged that person’s death. Even when we saw a face that was the same as hers, our first reaction was that this person looked like her.

However, I reacted a few seconds later. How could there be two identical people in the world?

Who was that on the television?

The only answer was that she had returned.

In that instant, a cold, wet fear crawled all over my body like a tide. The fear that had been suppressed in the bottom of my heart for many years again broke through all the obstacles in my heart, bared my fangs, and brandished my claws.

She’s back...

How did she appear?

She-

Selma.

However, the introduction on television was different. The anchorperson used a calm tone to describe the encounter with the legendary ‘Princess Madeline’, and everything was separated from the familiar face.

A familiar photo with the ridiculous word ‘Princess?’ Did a serious news channel learn to joke around? It wasn’t the first of April today.

The news ended quickly, and the television continued to play advertisements or idol dramas, but this had nothing to do with me.

At this moment, I was like a deaf person. I didn’t care about anything other than the photo in my mind.

This was a sign.

I thought.

After running away, lying, and hiding for so many years, my delayed retribution was finally coming.

Ten minutes later, Rhode kicked open my door excitedly. He said something to me excitedly and happily. Then, he mumbled to himself in doubt. After that, he made up his mind as if he was acting in a mime.

No, it was not a mime. I couldn’t hear anything because of the buzzing in my ear.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you,” I said, confused.

Rhode gestured excitedly. Before I could see it clearly, his parents arrived, sobbing. Then, my parents, those who knew Selma in the past, and even more spectators were amazed by this ‘resurrection’.

I couldn’t hear anything they said. The sharp ringing in my ears tortured my eardrums. I could only nod in agreement to my good friend’s request, even though I didn’t hear anything.

I was in such a dazed state until I realized I had already set foot on the land of the Lycan pack.

The ringing in my ears had disappeared, but I would rather it was still there.

As an Alpha from a small pack without any merits, I didn’t have the right to meet with the King in advance. I was wondering if this was a good thing or a bad thing. I could escape for a few days, but I had to face the late guillotine blade.

The only ones who were truly happy were Rhode and his wife. They couldn’t hold back their tears at the thought of meeting their long-lost family member. Even though this family member of theirs had suddenly become a Princess that they could only see but not reach, they didn’t doubt that they, as civilians, would be able to meet her.

Selma was a kind and nostalgic person. They believed that she would not forget them.

I believed it, too.

She wouldn’t forget me. She wouldn’t forget what I’d done to her and everything I’d done to her.

She wouldn’t.

The moment I saw her at the conferment ceremony, the guillotine in my heart finally reached its highest point. She didn’t look at anyone on the grandstand, nor did she look at me, but I knew that she had already noticed me.

Whether I was willing to accept it or not, she had already seen me.

I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave when I saw Mr. Payne and his family’s teary eyes.

At the same time as they rejoiced, could they guess that the Alpha they had entrusted their friendship and trust to was the culprit that prompted their daughter to choose suicide?

I didn’t think so, but it didn’t matter.

I was done for, so it didn’t matter anymore.