Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

The wind at night was very cold. It would carry the frost and dew on the treetops to attack an unlucky person’s head, so his clothes were wet. However, one could not compete with the wind. One could only curse and then continue to travel in his wet clothes.

This comical scene caused me to shift my gaze for a while. When it ended, I returned it to the quiet night sky.

I didn’t know where I was, and the person who took me away said something to me loudly, but I didn’t want to talk to him, so I turned a blind eye. I’d used this move against many people who tried to talk nonsense with me, and it worked without exception, no matter who they were.

They all thought I was crazy. What a joke. Who wouldn’t go crazy? Anyone would go crazy when they saw the nature of the world. Madness was everyone’s final destination.

My head hurt. It kept hurting. This was one of the after-effects of my spiritual world being severely damaged. The pain made me irritated and made me give up thinking. I used the void to deal with the endless pain. There was no way to repair what had been destroyed. Perhaps I should hate someone or be remorseful, but my ability to trigger my emotions was destroyed along with everything else.

Someone was hurt, and being a fugitive was not a job worth enjoying. Even if one was a werewolf, one could still die if he didn’t have enough medicine. No one was willing to die. At first, they hoped that I could save them. After all, I was a half-baked ‘pure white witch’. But when they learned that I had become a disabled person who had lost all my magic power, they no longer placed their hopes on me.

To cultists, what could be more generous than an evil god? They sacrificed a few dying companions, and their injuries were immediately healed.

With fewer people, I naturally became a burden, but for some reason, people didn’t dare to abandon me.

There were both men and women in this group of desperadoes. The men tried to strike up a conversation with me, and the women tried to get close to me. However, I didn’t say a word, so they could only resentfully give up.

All of this was a waste of effort. What did they want to know? Why wouldn’t they ask their evil gods to ask the moon? Didn’t they see that I was staring at the pale moon? Everything about me was visible under the moonlight, whether it was a clear sky or a quiet night.

As long as they asked the moon, what else would they not know?

What a bunch of fools. They were not even as good as me, a lunatic.

I didn’t like to talk to stupid people, so I just quietly watched them run around like wild dogs, unwilling to plead with the moon.

Perhaps it wasn’t because of this. It was just that the moon never heard me.

I was not sure. I was tired. I needed to rest.

By the time I was able to connect my thoughts, I was already in this boundless forest. I thought I should know where I was, but it was too difficult to find a small piece of paper in the ruins, so I gave up and followed the wild dogs anywhere.

This team of wild dogs met up with another team of wild dogs. There was a leader among them, haggard and weak, but I could see the corruption and madness hidden under his fake skin. He was even crazier than I was. I observed him with interest for a while before I finally looked away out of boredom. Nothing could attract my attention more than the moon.

The moon was so beautiful.

Why did I have to look at the moon?

I wasn’t sure. Maybe I shouldn’t have looked at the moon, but I still did.

That madman also tried to say something to me like other wild dogs, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone. He said that my father, Kafka, was looking for me, and he would come to take me home.

Who was Kafka?

Who was my father?

Who was the man who was silent with me over the phone?

I didn’t care about anyone. I only cared about the moon.

The moon was shining on me.

We entered a bustling city, and the wild dogs started to bite everything. They left behind an evil power to mark their spoils of war, and this dizzying power instantly contaminated more people.

Blood and fire illuminated the dusky sky as if it were daytime.

There was no moon tonight, and the thick clouds blocked it from view.

Was it afraid?

Did it hate it?

I thought I should clear the clouds and let the moon appear, so that it could see what kind of soul-stirring drama was being played out on the earth for it.

I climbed to the highest building... Was it the highest building? However, this was not important. The rough bricks rubbed against the soles of my feet, and my shoes had disappeared without me knowing.

There was a half-burnt flag hanging on the flagpole beside me. I took it down and washed it with blood or some other liquid. Then, I reached out to the gloomy clouds in the sky...

“Adele.”

Someone suddenly appeared behind me. I turned around and saw an old man with a long beard and white hair.

I knew him.

Who was he?

“Let’s go. We should go home.”

The old man extended his hand to me. I thought for a moment, threw down the flag, and followed him.

A gentle light suddenly appeared on my path. I raised my head to look at the sky, but the thick clouds had completely blocked the moon as if the moonlight from before was just a lunatic’s ridiculous fantasy.

‘It’s okay,’ I thought.

It didn’t matter if there was a moon or not.

I liked the moon.

I did not care about the moon.