Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Someone was watching me. He or they were well-hidden, but I still found them.

This seemingly invisible stalker had appeared without me realizing it after I came into contact with Julie. After I confirmed Julie’s identity, the stalker seemed to be a little impatient.

Sometimes it was a middle-aged man reading a newspaper in an open-air coffee shop, sometimes, it was an old lady who brought her little granddaughter to buy ice cream. I could even feel a faint sense of prying from a stray dog or sparrow.

At first, I thought I was under too much pressure and hallucinating, but intuition in our line of work was always important. Someone was watching me, and there were many of them, but strangely, there were no traces.

This was almost impossible. No matter how large the power was, it was impossible to infiltrate every corner of society. It was not like a TV drama. To be able to do this, it was either the official company or the entire Golden Bell Pack that some force had swallowed up.

There was no need for the officials to monitor me. I’d directly contact the princess in the palace. The possibility of the Golden Bell Pack turning on them was even lower. After all, ever since the Woof Anca Family fell, the prosperity of the past was only maintained with the support of the Lycan King.

So, who was monitoring me?

Under my persistent persuasion, Julie finally agreed to leave the dilapidated manor and go to the sanctuary with me. As a crazy blind old man, Julie was surprisingly easy to deal with when she was not sick.

She sat before the window all day and basked in the sunlight with her muddy eyes. Even her aging wrinkles did not change. The staff told me that Julie didn’t like to sleep. Sometimes, while on night patrol, she was shocked that the old lady was still sitting on the chair by the bed and looking at the muddy night sky.

Julie didn’t like to sleep at night. She didn’t say anything. I believed it was because the dark terrorized her, and she could only stay awake to protect herself.

What made her so afraid? This was probably related to the incident more than twenty years ago.

It was easy to investigate the first half of Julie’s life. She was born into an ordinary family. Her parents divorced because of a broken relationship and eloped, and Julie became an orphan living under the roof of a relative.

She dropped out of school at the age of fifteen and moved out of an aunt’s house to make a living on her own. She had worked as a waitress, a night driver, a cleaner, and so on.

However, there was a sudden lack of information in the second half of her life. The blurry information only included her registration form at the homeless rescue center, the hospital’s psychological examination report, and a few social charity news that had little to do with her.

There was no record of what Julie had done or why she had gone crazy, just like any homeless man in the world who had been forgotten in society.

But no matter who had erased Julie’s existence, he didn’t do a good job. A clear loophole was right in front of me.

No matter how reliable the man thought his method of erasing Julia’s memory was, the uniform of the manor’s servant became an inexplicable doubt. Following the clues, I could easily outline Julie’s general work trajectory from the blank borders in the memories of the servants, gardeners, and others.

She had worked in this manor for a while and had not left even after Layla’s death.

Everyone else was fine except for Julie, who had turned out like this. She must have had a very close relationship with Layla’s death. It was very likely that she had seen the murderer, or she was an accomplice who had been bribed to kill Layla, and then she was ‘dealt with’ by her worried client.

However, no matter the situation, killing her was the safest way. Why did that person or force let Julie go? Was he naive enough to think that the world’s forgotten past could be flawless?

And why was I fine? If the people who came to investigate had their memories erased, they had no reason to let me go.

This situation was getting stranger and stranger. I knew that there was no point in staying any longer. It was time to bring Julie back to my Lycan pack and report on my mission.

However, just as I decided to leave, an unexpected accident disrupted all my plans and guesses.

Julie was dead. While the caretaker was preparing dinner, she hung herself on the balcony with a sheet.

When I saw Julie’s dangling legs outside the balcony, I realized I couldn’t leave. Whether Julie committed suicide or was killed, I couldn’t just roll back to the Lycan pack and tell Selma I had found nothing.

The forensic report came out soon. There was no trace of resistance, no hidden poison or knockout powder. Julie had committed suicide.

This confused me.

A lunatic, no matter what she did, it would not be surprising. However, the timing of Julie’s suicide was very suspicious. I told her last night that I would take her to the Lycan pack, and she committed suicide today.

Did I give Julie a bad feeling unconsciously? Or was it because Julie was unwilling to go to the Lycan pack for some reason? Did that reason make her so afraid that even death was nothing?