Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Selma was a fool, without a doubt.

There was a saying that love made people stupid.

One second ago, she was still thinking about taking on the responsibility of being a princess. The next second, she was willing to give up her body for her boyfriend. I could only say that the influence of love was truly remarkable. Perhaps Selma had always been a sensitive and impulsive girl.

Aldrich didn’t expect things to go this way and was extremely remorseful.

“I’m not angry because she hid it from me,” he said, pulling his hair. “I shouldn’t have asked her this question. I wouldn’t have forced her to do it. You haven’t reached the stage where you can shift freely, right? Otherwise, you would not have appeared in Selma’s body.”

I nodded. “You know how much it hurts your body. So, let’s end this quickly. As for whether Selma really loves you or not...”

Aldrich interrupted me and quickly said, “Wait, this is not fair to Selma. Please let me call my wolf out. His name is Morgan.”

“As you wish.” I nodded indifferently.

They were really a silly couple, but they weren’t annoying. In fact, they were a little cute, right?

A few seconds later, Aldrich raised his head again. His eyes had changed. I knew that the person standing in front of me now was Morgan.

“Hello,” he said, slightly reserved. “You’re Maxine, right? I’m Morgan. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” I shook his hand and jokingly said, “Don’t be nervous because we’re likely to be family for the rest of our lives, right? Judging from the current situation of these two idiots...”

Morgan lowered her head shyly. He was surprisingly introverted, which was completely different from Aldrich.

“Then, shall we start?”

He nodded and held my hand.

“Just like how wild wolves can distinguish the state of their companions or enemies by smell, ‘wolves’ like us also have a unique way of communication.

Unlike werewolves who relied on their scent, the ‘wolf’s ability’ was more inclined to an illusory spiritual link. We couldn’t lie under Moon Goddess’ gaze. Once the spiritual link was successful, everything in our minds would be the most real.

A few seconds later, I connected with Morgan. It was a mysterious state. I felt like I was examining Morgan in his body, and he was examining me in mine.

Morgan first asked about Selma’s identity. “Does Selma Payne selflessly, sincerely, and unreservedly love Aldrich Leopold?”

“There’s no doubt,” I answered sincerely. “Her love cannot be doubted.”

Morgan then asked about her identity as Princess Madeline. “Does Madeline Moon love Aldrich Leopold with all her heart?”

“Her love is harder than a diamond and more affectionate than the moonlight,” I replied firmly.

“Do Selma Payne and Madeline Moon share the same soul and love?” Morgan continued to ask.

I continued to answer; each time, my answer was incomparably firm. “They are like the dark and the light sides of the moon, never separated. Their love is like the eternal moonlight, never dissipating.”

Morgan promised solemnly, “I am done with my questions. Under the Moon Goddess’ gaze, we will be honest and never lie to each other.”

I promised, “We’ll be honest and never lie to each other.”

We heaved a sigh of relief when the spiritual link was disconnected.

“It’s a strange feeling to have someone else see through my soul,” I grumbled. “I hope this couple doesn’t have any more problems. Otherwise, we’ll probably have to suffer.”

“But it’s all worth it, isn’t it?” Morgan said with a forgiving smile.

It was indeed worth it.

Although I didn’t ask Morin a single question, his heart was open to me without any reservations. Thus, I could see Aldrich’s various emotions when he faced Selma.

With all due respect, that would be so beautiful that it would be a little disgusting.

Was he a general who killed decisively?

“Anyway, everything is going well,” I said. “We should return and leave some time for those who need it.”

Morgan nodded. “You’re right. It’s a pleasure to meet you. It’s been a good time with you. See you.”

“That’s a bit of a templated speech,” I joked. “You don’t sound very accepting.”

“I am! I’m just... fine. I’m just not very good at communicating with others,” Morgan said helplessly.

We said goodbye again, and the next second, Morgan became Aldrich.

“I understand. I understand,” he said, slightly agitated. “Now, please let Selma come back. It’s been too long. She’ll be in pain for many days.”

“But she’s willing to do it for you,” I said.

The second before I switched back, I heard Selma say, “I’m a little regretful now. Was I too impulsive? Would it make me look childish? I don’t want Aldrich to think I’m immature!”

A fool in love!

I sighed and didn’t say anything.

I’d just let this pair of lovers be mushy on their own!