Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Chapter 689: Hatred

Chapter 689: Hatred

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Linda's POV:

From then on, I only took one thing as my eternal career - to return my 'father' to the world. I could no longer differentiate between loyalty and persistence. In the hundreds of years of loneliness, I had lost everything, leaving only this initial and final wish.

However, everything was so difficult. I spent so much effort to find clues about the seal, but I realized that I had no way of finding the daughter of Mullwika, my former good friend Madelyn, who had already reincarnated.

So I waited and waited until one day, the demon in the abyss said to me, "If you want to find a handful of night snow, why don't you look up at the moonlight?"

Following the demon's instructions, I arrived at the werewolf pack. I found Madeline with almost no effort. She had long lost the memories of her previous life, but her face remained the same as it had been hundreds of years ago.

This must be a revelation, a guidance she personally gave me from hell.

So I agreed to Leviathan's proposal. She just wanted to have fun, and I needed her to be the first step in my plan.

I disguised myself as a wandering werewolf and lured the boy named Ryan into Leviathan's trap. This foolish and frivolous child had become the evil god's captive without any thought. He had actually prayed for the evil god's gift and used a curse to take revenge on his classmate who had embarrassed him greatly.

He had succeeded, and thus, Madeline's reincarnation had no choice but to embark on the journey to the snowy mountains.

I was ecstatic. I stole a female werewolf's body and integrated into the team, constantly luring the werewolves who knew nothing to go deeper gradually. Even if the Leviathan

believers were a little annoying during the process, it didn't matter. I wouldn't hold it against a dying person.

Finally, finally! The moment had finally arrived!

Looking at the black fog that soared into the sky and the panicking people, I hid in the dark and shed tears of excitement.

Although I still needed some cooldown time to find a new body and couldn't immediately go to my father and tell him about my grievances and longing, it didn't matter. I was a good child. What I was best at was waiting and enduring. I wasn't in a hurry.

As long as my father returned.

As long as my father was free.

However, that did not seem to be the case.

My father, my master, my true god, when he saw the light of day again, the first daughter he called out to wasn't me.

...Madeline? Why? Why did my father take her as his daughter?

I was the one who grew up with him, wasn't I? I was the one who received his parting gift, wasn't I? I was the one who had been loving my father for hundreds of years, right?

Why was Madeline the first to be recognized as superior?

Was it because my father's blood flowed in her veins?

But wasn't this blood relative who caused my father to be imprisoned in the snowy mountain and lost his freedom?

What made me even more resentful was that the person who easily got my father's recognition had hurt him. She refused to acknowledge this great father and even ganged up with her laughable companion to attack him! However, everything was just a mantis trying to stop a chariot. How could two mere mortals resist the power of a god?

I watched as my father casually slaughtered those insignificant werewolves, while Madeline continued to fight back. Did she not know whom she was dealing with? Didn't she know whom the love that was right in front of her belonged to?

'If you don't want it, then give it to me!'

That was what I'd been dreaming of, something that I'd spent my entire life for!

But hope was shattered once again. Madeline's companion had devoured my father's divinity! That despicable thief, how dare she reach out her thieving hand to the great god? How could a mortal withstand a divine spark? How could she be worthy of receiving a divine spark?

I was waiting for this overconfident thief to suffer the consequences of her own actions. Her divinity would destroy her frail body and soul like a flood destroying the fields.

I stared at her wide-eyed, waiting for her to cry and die. I waited for Madeline to cry for her stupid companion. I waited for my father to see her face and abandon her in disappointment. Yes, abandon her! Only me, only me! I was my father's only and true daughter!

But what happened next?

That thief had successfully digested his divinity. It was like dark humor. I had witnessed the birth of a 'god'.

... Why? She was clearly a mortal, so why did the goddess acknowledge her?

Looking at the 'goddess' who was hanging in the air with her eyes half-closed, I suddenly felt my heart twitch as if it had shrunk. Fine pain flowed through my blood vessels to every corner of my body, causing me to twitch slightly involuntarily.

After a while, I realized that this strange feeling was called jealousy.

My father had given her a new life that belonged to god, just like how a daughter was born from her father's blood.

Even an insignificant person could establish such a close relationship with my father. What about me? Why couldn't I? A few hundred years have passed. I'd endured so much loneliness, suffered so many difficulties, and endured so much pain. Why had I still not obtained anything?

And those werewolves, what right did they have to obtain my father's divine fragment?