Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Every team member was called over by that strange old man alone once. None of them were interrogated or tortured. Some were sealed like me, while others were inexplicably brought back after a round.

Fortunately, no one was injured. As for the problem of the seal, if Master Kevin could not solve it, it would be useless for the rest of the people to worry.

This group of humans didn’t care about our lives. They didn’t send us any supplies, let alone food and water. Through the gap in the iron bars, I could see that the humans were breaking out of their camp. They seemed to be unconcerned about the coming night and were preparing to rush on their way.

During this time, Locke came to inspect us once. He still had that frivolous look and didn’t listen to us at all. He only asked a few questions and told us to prepare to leave.

“Four legs are always faster than two legs.” He smiled maliciously. “Enjoy the rest of the journey!”

Very quickly, we knew what he meant.

At night, the humans violently pulled us out of our rooms. At this time, there were no buildings in the human camp, only teams of heavily armed men standing in the snow. I noticed that a few women were standing between the tall men. They were wearing large mink cloaks and standing barefoot in the snow. Their expressions were cowering, but there was also a hint of disharmonious anticipation as if they didn’t feel cold at all.

The white-bearded old man stood out from the crowd, and the rest of the people respectfully called him ‘Archpriest’.

“Calm down, children,” the priest said, calming the restless crowd. “I know you’re all excited about what’s going to happen tonight. It’s going to be an unprecedented feat! Our master, our god, the eternal lord who has given us supreme glory and revelry, has been shackled by the Rocky Mountains for too long. Tonight, we will bring freedom to him! We will receive immortality and supreme joy in the eternal night as a reward!”

The crowd burst into cheers. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they looked like some wild beast had possessed them.

“Three hundred years ago, our master was framed by the werewolf’s adopted son and the witch’s daughter in the quiet Rocky Mountains. Fortunately, the right path will not be buried by hypocrisy. We have witch sisters who have converted to my lord, willing to sacrifice themselves and use their pure and flawless virgin bodies to wash away the grave mistakes made by our ancestors!”

The priest pointed at the girls who were gathered together because of the cold. They smiled shyly and proudly, unaware of how dirty and disgusting the men looked at them.

Then, the priest pointed at us and said, “And the descendants of these sinners, my brave warriors, you’ve personally caught the most suitable carriage for my Lord. Let’s put them in eternal shackles and atone for their ancestors’ offense to our lord through endless labor!”

What was this crazy old man saying?

The sense of danger instantly made my hair stand on end, but before I could do anything, the priest mumbled a series of spells that made people feel dizzy and nauseous.

Those blurry characters were like sharp silver needles piercing into my ears, flowing through my blood vessels into my five viscera and six bowels, bringing a burst of pain as if they were being burned by sulfuric acid!

I couldn’t help but convulse. My windpipe contracted violently, and my lungs were squeezed to the limit by the carbon dioxide that couldn’t be discharged. It expanded violently and squeezed my other organs.

My bones felt like they had been smashed inch by inch by an iron hammer and then pieced together haphazardly by cheap superglue. The sharp bone spikes cut through my muscles and skin, and the blood that flowed out corroded my internal organs and bones like a strong acid.

I was like a ball of plasticine rubbed and rubbed by others. The pain that exceeded my tolerance limit made me unable to concentrate, let alone mobilize New Flow’s power.

My eyes were dyed red by the blood. In my dark red vision, I saw the members around me turn into their wolves in a painful and twisted posture. They were not as strong and beautiful as they used to be. Instead, they were like puppies bad children killed in the rain. Their postures were distorted, and their faces were filled with pain, but they could not resist the pain inflicted by the outside world.

I could feel myself constantly distorting and reforming as I reincarnated. This wasn’t like the powerful new life I had in the cocoon. On the contrary, it was just destroying my body for no reason. In the end, when all the torture had stopped, I couldn’t even feel any of my limbs. I couldn’t move at all except for my eyes.

Heavy panting sounds could be heard from my team members, who had completely transformed into wolves. They could still vaguely see the shadows of their human forms, but their chaotic eyes showed that their rationality had fallen into a deep sleep in the abyss of their souls.

“What did you do? ” I let out a sigh of relief from the pain.

The archpriest carefully observed the wolves’ appearance and fur. Finally, he came to me and said with regret and dissatisfaction, “Look, an unexpected failure. Can a wolf cub that can’t even transform be a warrior? Ah, the werewolf race has really deteriorated.”