Chapter 587 - 587: Playdough 1
Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
Chapter 587: Playdough 1
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yarinâs POV:
I was not born an ordinary baby.
When I was still a little kid, people often told me stories about my motherâs magical days when she was young. Everything was as fascinating as myths and legends, from the majestic snow mountains to the dense forests, from the girl from the small town to the queen of the country.
As my motherâs only biological child, my blood flowed with an ancient bloodline from thousands of years ago. It was said that I was completely different from other children when I was born. I didnât even have a gender.
This made my parents anxious, afraid I had some illness or disability they didnât know about. People gradually accepted my current situation only after the secret of my bloodline was revealed.
I didnât have any memories before 1 was two years old. It was not because of physiological development in child psychology but because I couldnât even be considered a complete life before I was two. My memory after I was two years old was so clear that I could immediately tell what I had for dessert after a certain meal.
Therefore, I remembered that embarrassing incident very clearly. When I was six years old in primary school, the first difficulty I encountered was not knowing which toilet to use. Cynthia and Heller took turns taking me to different toilets. They always chose when the toilets were empty until the teacher found out.
I couldnât accept that the first time I was asked to be my parent was for such a reason. I was so ashamed that I locked myself in my room for a night. I turned into a boy the next day. I guess it was because I spent most of my time with Heller, and Cynthia was always away, so I was more familiar with men.
The topic had strayed off.
In short, I had some unique talents as a werewolf who wasnât pureblood. I kept it a secret most of the time, but now I needed it to help me find Lily.
Alfred didnât know what I was going to do. He stopped me sternly. âI swear my loyalty and silence to you, but I hope you wonât put yourself at risk. Your Highness, any criminal is extremely vicious. If you want to do something dangerous, please forgive me for having to stop you.â
âItâs not certain whoâs more dangerous,â I mumbled as 1 unbuttoned the buttons on my clothes. This was the bad thing about gorgeous costumes. It was too troublesome to put them on and take them off!
Alfred jumped in fright. He didnât know where to put his eyes and asked in bewilderment, âWhat exactly are you doing?â
âDonât be so old-fashioned, man! Weâre all men.â I stuffed the clothes I took off into his hands and turned his face back. âI have a way to find Lily, but this method might not seem so... Righteous? 1 donât know how to describe it, but youâd better be prepared now. Donât get scared later.â
Alfred looked like he was going crazy. He tried his best to maintain his composure, but his trembling voice betrayed his true emotions.âWhat exactly are you doing? Give me a definite answer, Your Highness, donât tease me!â
I was only wearing a singlet and boxers, so it would be better to take them off completely. However, it was better for me not to provide headlines for the entertainment tabloids.
âBelieve me, Iâm not teasing you. Iâll be changing a little later. Although it looks a little scary, itâs still me. Donât panic and donât call anyone. Help me look after my clothes. I still need to wear them when I come back.â
Alfred was a decent and serious young man, and seeing him in a state of chaos was very interesting. But now, I only hoped that he would be scared. After all, that look of mine was really... Ugly.
I blinked at the stunned Alfred, took a deep breath, and lowered my shoulders â
And melted.
My muscles were melting, my bones were becoming sticky, and all the hard and soft body structures were developing in the same direction.
I was melting and turning into a bloody mess.
It was ugly, even horrifying, as could be seen from Alfredâs furious expression.
My eyeballs had already turned into a puddle of pale pink sticky liquid, but this did not mean I had lost my vision. Because all my organs had dissolved and all my organs were mixed, any part of me could now act as an eye.
I knew it was not scientific, but it was a bit dull to find scientific rationality here, wasnât it?
My parents previously thought my ability might be a variant of New Flow, but Cynthia disagreed. She couldnât find the same characteristics in me. Rather than saying that I inherited my motherâs power, it was better to say this was a brand-new talent.
Mimicry.
I was born with no fixed posture and was constantly changing. Perhaps this sticky plasticine form was the real me.
A small vine tentacle poked the dumbstruck Alfred. Seeing him retreat in fear, I thought, If I still had a mouth, I would be laughing out loud right now.
Waving my tentacles to bid him farewell, I rushed up the wall and spread out silently.
It was strange to divide yourself into hundreds of parts. You knew they were all you, but you could feel a sense of independence. Hundreds of you were surging into the same brain in a dizzying way..