Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

I looked at her, this girl who had the same name as me but also a different name.

We had the same face, shared the same body, had the same origin, and were entangled with each other’s souls.

I was a ghost of the past, and she was a breeze of the future.

I had always existed. She knew me, but most of the time, she forgot about me. This was my doing. She was too deeply entangled with those gods, but she didn’t have the power to match them. It wouldn’t do her any good to remember everything too early.

She was very powerful. Perhaps she didn’t know it herself, but she did have a heart as firm as a diamond. However, even the strongest diamond had its limits. Fate was not friendly to her. Seeing that the road ahead was blocked, even if hope was in front of her, who could see it?

I turned into a moth and stayed on her branch.

The stream was filled with blooming lotus flowers, and the beautiful light pink embellished the monotonous wilderness with gorgeous colors. Selma had disappeared, but she had always been there. The physical body was just a vessel that didn’t matter. She could be a werewolf, a creation of god, a moth, or a lotus flower waiting to bloom.

A gentle breeze blew, and the pistil swayed slightly.

“Do you feel comfortable?” I asked.

Another gust of wind stirred up faint waves on the water’s surface.

“Alright, we have plenty of time,” I mumbled as I sat on the shore.

Time in the wilderness was eternal. She could stop for a second or forever.

The sky was high, the wind was far away, and there were not even a few clouds.

I still remember that blizzard. After so many years, Azazel still hadn’t changed. He was still as arrogant, mischievous, and stupid as ever.

He treated me like the moon. How funny.

That blizzard almost destroyed Selma, and it also destroyed me. But I guessed that the moon had been quietly watching me from the sky, so Azazel failed in the end.

If he had persevered a little longer, he would have discovered the truth.

Unfortunately, he missed it again, just like before.

A lotus flower swayed gently, and the wind brought a soft petal.

“You can wait. I sent the petals into the stream and watched her go away with the water. You’re still far from a complete fusion.

“Are you worried about your parents and child? Don’t worry. I’m watching over them. They’re fine. Nothing will happen.

“Fine, you never trust me, but you know I am you, and you are me. You should trust me more.

“Besides, even if you want to, you can’t leave now. Nothing can stop this process before the fusion is complete.”

The wind was a little stronger, and the long grass cut a thin white mark on my ankle. It didn’t hurt, but it was a little itchy.

“Are you angry?” I laughed. “There’s no need to be, Selma. I’m just telling the truth. Fusion isn’t a bad thing. You’re taking back your original power. You’ve realized that, haven’t you? It is a mutant born from the fusion of our powers and that of Azazel. It should have been our helper, our creation, but now it is just a dull, cold tool.

“You’ve given up the power of a god. Actually, that’s good. Azazel’s divine persona is not suitable for us. Even if he accepts us, we’ll only become the weakest gods. You don’t like to be a god. You want to be a human. That’s good, I support you, but that doesn’t mean we must give up on great power.

“Humans are powerless in front of gods, not because of this so-called natural identity, but because of violence. If a man could have power greater than a god, then a god would just be an insignificant ant. Just like the great men who killed gods in myths, the history that once existed is evidence that gods are not invincible.

“Think about it. Your husband, your children, your parents, your territory, and your people do not need a weak King. We all know what kind of era this is. Humans, gods, demons, enemies, and any other factor can easily destroy the hard-won peace. This is not what we want to see.

“I’ve always been watching you, watching you regret, watching you suffer, but I was powerless. The only thing I can give you is the power that should have belonged to you. It may have come late, but it’s not irredeemable yet.

“The war is coming, and in front of it, those conspiracies and tricks for power and profit are just some appetizers that can’t be put on the table. I don’t need to worry. I believe you can handle those people.

“We have to look forward a little and see the shadows in the lava and the tentacles in the deep sea.

“I can’t tell you too much now, but when you think about it in the future, you’ll realize that be the gods or demons, the titles are just boring attributes that we impose on them. There’s no difference between gods and demons at all. They’re all the same. When they’re kind, they can’t wait to sublimate the whole world, but when they’re evil, they treat everything they see as a toy for fun.

“That’s it. There’s no reason to it.”