Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

When I was brought to the secret prison, I had to admit that I was very ignorant.

When I discovered the cause of everything, a fit of irrepressible anger engulfed me.

Why was everyone suspecting me?

Just because I once had a grudge against Selma, and Aldrich was Selma’s husband, so I must take revenge on him?

I thought that even though I didn’t do the best, it was enough. I endured the coldness and darkness of the mobile patrol team without complaint, punishing myself with endless regret. I didn’t ask for anyone’s forgiveness. I wanted to find peace in my heart through constant, bitter cultivation.

However, I couldn’t even fulfill this little wish. A sudden conspiracy pushed me into the eye of the storm again. Ironically, I didn’t have any evidence to prove my innocence.

There was no evidence to prove that I was the murderer, and there was no evidence to clear my name.

Due to the alcohol case, I was temporarily suspended, and life in the secret prison without seeing the sun was enough to make me anxious.

I started to think back to my past life. My memories came to the few days before I accepted the escort mission.

The sunlight in the Lycan pack was always so abundant. There were lush plants and fragrant flowers everywhere. The urban greenery car gave them enough moisture, making the water droplets on the leaves shine.

Looking at the unknown wildflowers on the side of the road, I suddenly thought of the flower shop I had been to a few times and the person who received the flowers.

After the last conversation with the captain, I knew what choice I should make, so I never contacted the interim head servant in the palace again. Bertha couldn’t call me. She asked someone to contact me a few times, but I didn’t answer, so she didn’t look for me again.

She was a gentle and intelligent girl, and I thought she understood what I meant.

However, Anjay was different from his sister. This brave but annoying boy had once come to look for me, but I didn’t see him. I knew I should meet him and tell him coldly, “Don’t bother me again.” From then on, he and his sister would disappear from my life and the dark dangers.

However, I suddenly became timid when I saw him stubbornly standing in front of the door, waiting for me. He was also carrying a small clay pot in his arms. I’d seen it at Bertha’s house.

I didn’t know what I was thinking at that moment, but before I could react, I had already left the stairwell like a zombie. I patrolled my area like a ghost, but nothing could stay on my retinas for a second. I didn’t go back for the whole day.

I didn’t know why I wanted to run, but I did it like a coward.

The next day, when I returned, Anjay had already left. He left the small clay pot at the front desk. The receptionist at the base was also from the mobile patrol team. I wasn’t familiar with him. He didn’t say anything when he handed the clay pot to me, but I knew that both the pot and the food inside must have gone through a round of strict inspection.

This was a mobile patrol team. Cold, dark, and inhumane. It could not contain anything soft or warm, whether it was a fresh flower or a pot of steaming seafood risotto.

After that, my contact with the Bertha siblings was completely cut off. I thought I would never meet them again.

But one day, my captain called me over and gave me a mission.

“The welfare supplies to be sent to the Spring Rain Pack are in preparation. You have been appointed as the person in charge of this mission.” My captain handed me a stack of documents. “In addition, there is a new batch of ‘volunteers’ with you. Some of them are special people who need to be protected. Other than escorting the supplies, your task is to cooperate with them and ensure their safety.”

I flipped through the information and found no name list.

Without waiting for me to ask, the captain said, “This is a two-way confidential mission. You won’t know the mission’s target, and the mission’s target won’t know your identity. If anything happens during this period, you will know how to help them.”

“Even if there’s no proof of identity or secret code?” This was the first time I’d received such a strange mission.

“That’s right.”

My captain didn’t say anything more and urged me to rush to the palace to supervise the distribution of supplies.

It was also because of this that I met Bertha again. She was leading a group of servants from the palace’s wine cellar to obtain the officer’s wine. She was also shocked when she saw me.

“Oh... Oh, hello, Mr. Walton.” She was stunned for a moment but quickly greeted me in a polite and distant tone. “It seems that you are in charge of the delivery of supplies this time.”

Her natural tone of voice made me secretly heave a sigh of relief, but at the same time, I also felt a strange sense of dejection.

“Yes, sorry to trouble you with the supplies, ma’am,” I replied drily.”It this the wine supply? Is there anything else?”

“There’s nothing else. This is the last batch specially supplied to the high-ranking officers. To prevent confusion, I’ll separately package the ones belonging to General Aldrich later to distinguish them from the other officers.”

After such a dry and dull conversation, we didn’t say anything else. I immediately said goodbye to Bertha as she led the servants to load the boxes of wine into the car.