The Rejected Mate's Path To Redemption

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h the pile of clothes. I was rushing because I stil

to make ladies' clothing designs, pe

hey began to have a tiny tolerance for us Genovians because of Ragna

d back home, but thankfully we were able to escape to this countryside.

because recently, the two countries de

getting married to. I was rather delighted because the situation was helping me to get customers, espe

screamed, panting heavil

e is resting inside and you keep disturbing

Julian away to the palace

old him that we have enough money f

ey are not from

into our small compound. "They are soldiers from your country. Who knows...

ere just to impress our Alpha to marry our Princess. Their soldiers have been touring our country for the past week. They would want to train your

I ran like a mentally disturbed woman. "Don't go outside unless you don't want to see me again!" I growled in a shaky

continuously as she walked towards me, eye

ace. You see the reason why I never wanted him to leave the house

he rickety door and frantically searched for

es. The money I was supposed to use to buy ma

rred transforming into my wolf, but I would get easily exhausted when I haven't eaten s

stem. All my hard work would be in vain the moment the soldiers familiar with my ex-mate set their eyes on my son. My son is an extreme replica of Ragnar while my daughter

s hair to give him a different l

d rather die than let that vicious being claim my kids as his. The thought of that made my body boil in r

. I thought the owner was being racist until he swore with his life that it was only one horse u

nfort

sk wasting on

tomers looked at me weirdly as I aggressively stuffed the food in

se my wolf might collapse on the way. My weak self might also not be able

I was not familiar with locations in Oceania because I had lived in hiding, not wanting anything to get people's

journey, praying to the Almighty to let this route I

aws beating a steady rhythm on the forest floor. The night was a blur of speed, the

ttled deep in my bones. Slowing to a halt, I caught the first r

ongest route and

the realization that I had almost a day left before getting to

before I could succeed in getting my boy back, it would take us roughly a d

, I forged ahead, undeterred by the scorching sun of the d

mind as a beacon of hope. The biting cold of the desert nights, the hunger pangs in my belly, and the relentl

n at the wound on my left arm. I was shivering terribly a

flicker of recognition to my tired eyes. Even from afar, I could hear the lively chatte

med both a sanctuary and a reminder of all that I had left behind. Yet

ettled there for tomor

t myself with some herbal leaves I cut on my way. The

spot when it

groaning in pain," the tiny voice in

got a hint of recognition. She looked shocked as she stared at me pitifully, "Why are you looking like this, my