Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

The children in the orphanage had their misfortunes. Some were born without parents, some were abandoned when they were a few years old, and some were separated from their original families for various reasons.

They might have had the chance to meet their families, but the poor packs could not spare the funds and manpower to do this thankless charity work, so they threw them into the orphanage as if nothing had happened.

I should have brought the little boy back immediately, but his tone was on the verge of tears, and his eyes were mixed with fear and determination, making me feel sad for no reason. So, I brought him to the headquarters of the Sun Pack and used my identity as a member of the mobile patrol team to look for information about the little boy’s past.

Since werewolves had many more ways of identifying themselves than other races, they only went missing a few times. Thus, I easily found the information I wanted in the relatively thick old documents.

The little boy’s name was Angus. He was an Omega from a small remote pack. His sister had reported a few years ago that he had gone missing in a riot caused by a wanderer. The police had searched the pack everywhere but to no avail, and the case had become unsolved.

Now it seemed useless even if the police turned the Sun Pack upside down back then because the wanderers took Angus. Perhaps because he was too frightened, Angus’s memory of what happened back then was vague, but he remembered that he was taken away and was still in the border suburbs.

It was in the suburbs of the Floodwater Pack where they found him and sent him to an orphanage.

The police station still had the contact information left by his sister, “Bertha, 045*******(the Charlies Family).”

I reported the discovery of Angus’s family to the head team, and the head team’s instructions were to bring Angus back to the team first, and everything else could wait until we got back to the Lycan pack.

As expected, the child who had secretly escaped was punished by being grounded. How harsh could we be to children? However, it was an emergency now. Thanks to the Moon Goddess, he could sneak out and reach the Sun Pack successfully. Let alone a werewolf, any human trafficker with sharp eyes would be done for.

As the person who let Angus escape, I was also punished and locked in the confinement room next to Angus’s. My situation was much worse. I didn’t eat or drink, nor did I have a small window to spy on the outside world. All I had was what seemed like endless boredom and torturous loneliness.

The boy had a child’s heart and couldn’t bear the loneliness brought by confinement. He started to try to talk to me. At first, I ignored him, but later, I was so bored, and the guards outside turned a blind eye, so I asked about his past.

An honest child would always tell the people he liked and trusted everything he knew. I only asked a few simple questions, and the boy told me everything about his past.

He was born in a remote, closed, and conservative little pack. From his description, it seemed that they still followed the disgusting feudal rules of the old era. As an Omega, he and his sister Bertha were bullied. A few years ago, their mother protected them, but after their mother passed away, the siblings became the pack’s public punching bags, and anyone could bully them.

I believed that he was a pretty little boy, and I thought that his sister wouldn’t be too bad, either. With this kind of appearance and identity, one could only imagine what the children would face when they grow up. In short, when the older Bertha realized that she and her brother were about to fall into an even more tragic abyss, she decided to escape with her brother.

Perhaps the Moon Goddess was watching over the siblings, or the other people in the pack did not expect their punching bags to have the courage to run away. Either way, the siblings managed to escape.

However, the world outside the pit of fire was not friendly to them. Although they were lucky that they did not meet any bad people, surviving was a big problem that was enough to overwhelm children. Just as they were completely reduced to dirty and thin little beggars, a rich lady who passed by saved them. She had given Bertha a job and was not against raising a little boy who did not have much to eat.

“Is that lady’s surname Charlies?” I asked, “The contact information your sister left behind has that.”

Mrs. Charlies was a government official who was on a business trip.

The boy did not know what she was up to, but the wanderers had their eyes on her and planned a surprise attack on the day she set off for her return to the Lycan pack.

The result was, of course, evil did not suppress good. The wanderers fled in all directions and caught many hostages to use as shields. The boy was one of the unlucky ones. When he was forced to escape with the wanderers, he was extremely frightened and had a high fever. When he woke up from his coma, he found himself abandoned by the side of the road, and the wanderers who had held him hostage were nowhere to be seen.

I believed that the wanderers must have thought the boy would die soon, so they left him behind.

This was actually a blessing in disguise.