Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

I took a light nap in the baby’s room and woke up when the sky brightened. The bottom of my feet felt warm. It was Maxine, who was lying on the carpet. I was covered with a soft blanket, and a cup of hot tea was on the small table beside me.

Thanks to my superior physical fitness, the pain from childbirth had completely disappeared. I moved my stiff legs and woke up the napping Maxine.

“You’re awake?” She opened her mouth and yawned, her sharp teeth shining coldly under the crystal light. “The child seemed a little unwell just now, so Aldrich went to get a doctor.”

Just as she said, Aldrich arrived with the doctor, although I felt that a veterinarian would be more suitable for the current situation than a pediatrician.

“You’re awake, my dear.” Aldrich gently kissed my forehead. “The child suddenly coughed a few times just now.”

I immediately became nervous and asked the doctor, “How is he?”

The doctor carefully examined the baby and replied calmly, “The little prince is fine. A newborn’s lungs have not fully adapted to the external environment, so a slight cough is normal.”

“Thank you.” I heaved a sigh of relief. “Sorry for the trouble.”

“This is my duty.” The doctor adjusted the temperature of the incubator before leaving.

Last night’s experience made us extremely exhausted. Maxine started to doze off again. Aldrich and I snuggled up against each other on the sofa and looked at our child, drowsy.

“Do you wish he was a boy? I heard you use ‘he’ to refer to the child,” Aldrich asked in a low voice.

“To be honest, I haven’t thought about it yet.” I shook my head. “I’ll love our child very much either way. However, he doesn’t need me to grant him his gender. Maybe he will choose his gender when he grows up. Or is he able to change his gender at will? That’s good too.”

“As expected of the child of you and me, you were born different from the rest.” Aldrich laughed softly.

I suddenly thought of something fun and chuckled. “You know what? When I was young, I read a science book that said that some fairy races have dozens of different genders and can switch their genders back and forth according to their needs. I was so envious. Every day, I would dream of obtaining this cool ability. I didn’t expect that in the end, our child would help me realize my childhood dream.”

At seven o’clock, I was sitting at the dining table enjoying a sumptuous post-natal breakfast when a group of uninvited guests arrived, destroying my good mood.

When Kara said the Evaria Family wanted to see me, I instantly lost my appetite for the sweet milk porridge.

“What about Earl of Marlowe?” I asked, “Did he bring her here? ”

“The Earl has gone to see his Majesty,” Kara replied. “He did bring them here. They have some connections with you. They are Miss Emma’s parents, Your Highness.”

Were they the old fogey parents who had shamed their daughter?

I immediately became interested and wanted to see what they were up to. So, I said, “I will meet them in the garden in half an hour. Tell Emma her parents are here but don’t let her see them, so she won’t be caught between her parents and me.”

Due to last night’s fierce battle, the garden had lost its usual fresh and luxurious natural charm. Even though the gardeners had rushed to clean it up overnight, they only had time to pull out the withered flowers and Willows by the roots, leaving behind a bare lawn that was not beautiful.

The young Evaria couple didn’t expect me to meet them here, and their proud yet humble smiles froze. I looked at their ever-changing expressions with interest, not having any intention of explaining.

That was right. I deliberately chose this place to humiliate them. I knew their purpose for coming, and I didn’t bother to hide my attitude. Since I didn’t have to maintain a poker face, why shouldn’t I watch the other party’s jokes to make up for the frustration of being unable to finish my breakfast?

The young Evaria couple were the typical aristocratic children in stereotypes. In this era, where everyone was used to wearing modern clothing, they still insisted on embroidering every inch of their clothes with their family emblem.

Mr. Evalia Jr. had a neat and stiff mustache, and his greasy hair shone in the sun as if a hundred horses had just licked his hair before he left home.

Lady Evaria’s waistbands were shocking to see. Werewolves didn’t have a tradition of wearing waistbands. I guessed she was a modern middle-aged woman who was happy to accept a foreign culture, but the culture she accepted was slightly different from the time.

“Greetings, Your Highness.”

“Good Morning. Please take a seat.”

The couple began to chat with me about insignificant things. This was a common problem with people like them when communicating with others. They had to beat around the bush.