Rejected By The Pack, Reborn An Alpha Queen

Chapter 6

Word Count: 819 | Released on: Today at 15:03

ian

Residence." This was once my home. Now, i

eavy iron ring with just the right amount of force. Her posture was

ed in a thick leather coat, peered out. "Who is it?" he demande

ly. I am Matron Agnes, the chief attendant to Princess Genevieve. The princess is in the carr

a second. But then his eyes fell on me, and

Lady Kensington. I haven't heard anything about a princess coming. As for you..." He pointed a gru

ping forward. "Garth! Are you

s house is Miss Amara. As for some Gillian, I suggest yo

d with such disrespect. Her face turned pale with anger. "How dare you! A gate-dog dares t

Annis, despised Gillian. The favored one now was Miss Amara. He was

azily, starting to close the door. "No on

mance with cold eyes. He was Annis and Ama

e behind me. Every one of Garth's insults was jus

ed the royal guards behind her

ately moved forwa

within. A well-dressed, middle-aged woman hurr

w Matron Agnes. She immediately shrank, rushing forward to bow. "Matr

, are these the manners of the Joseph house? To

tering a smile on her face. "A misunderstanding! All a misunderstanding! This s

nes and landed on me. Her pupils contr

ointed a trembling finge

Martha. You were one of the ones who helped hold

eving expression, shrinking behind

ntity, what would happen to Miss Amara, who was inside entert

vicious look hardened her

loud and clear for all to hear. "Matron Agnes! Don

esidence to swindle us! She wants t

ad gathered. "What are you waiting for! Seize th

xpressions closed in on me, thei

me. "How dare you! Open your dog's

eady on my cloak. I just sta

or the fi

night to descend

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Rejected By The Pack, Reborn An Alpha Queen

Ren Ping Sheng Werewolf

“I was Gillian Joseph, the empire's youngest "Warlord of the Shimmering Reach." To protect my family, I gave up ten years of glory and military achievements, willingly fading into a faked death. Then I woke up in a snowstorm. The burn of my mother's poison still seared my throat. The echo of my brother's laughter as he shattered my bones still rang in my ears. My adoptive sister, Amara, had stolen every victory I ever won. And my "family"was about to dump me outside the city walls to die like a stray dog. But now, I am back. I have returned to the very day I was supposed to disappear-to the turning point before my fate plunged into irreparable darkness. This time, I will not believe that sacrifice buys mercy, nor that blood ties awaken conscience. While they smugly revel in my stolen glory, I am kneeling before the empire's most powerful princess, clutching my brother's blood-stained uniform. While they think I am nothing but a helpless worm, I have already sharpened the blade that will sever their throats. My adoptive sister boasts of my wartime feats at lavish banquets. And I-the true warlord-am knocking on my own front door, in full view of the crowd. They think I have come to beg for forgiveness. They are wrong. This time, I return as an avenger. I will reclaim my name, my honor, and every debt they owe me in blood. My family wanted me dead. Too bad death refused me. So now-it is their turn to burn.”