All Chapters of Alpha’s Rejected Healer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“He looked me in the eye, called me unworthy, and walked away. But the moment he rejected me… he cursed us both.”⸻The full moon loomed above the forest like a watchful eye — cold, silver, and impossibly still. Its glow spilled down through the pine canopy, catching in the smoke curling from the bonfires below. The wind stirred, brushing my cheeks like a whisper of fate, carrying with it the scent of burning cedar and the metallic hint of blood from earlier offerings.I stood at the edge of the Moon Circle, alone.My fingers traced the worn hem of my cloak, a threadbare garment handed down through too many seasons. Unlike the other wolves who arrived in groups, laughing and adorned in jewels and finery that reflected their status. I hadn't bothered with jewelry or elaborate braids. What was the point? The thin silver chain around my neck—my mother's only legacy—felt heavy against my collarbone, a reminder of everything I'd lost.Tonight was the Ceremony — the sacred ritual where each

“It didn’t end when he walked away. That’s when it began.”⸻Pain wasn't supposed to feel like this.I'd heard stories of heartbreak before — wolves who lost their mates to war or betrayal. They said the pain was sharp, fast, like a wound that would eventually scar.But this wasn't a scar.It was a fire that wouldn't go out.Hour after hour, it burned through me, consuming every thought, every breath. The heat of it seemed to melt my very bones, leaving me formless, shapeless in its wake. I'd always imagined heartbreak as something cold—an absence, a void. This was the opposite. This was too much feeling, too much sensation, like every nerve ending in my body had been exposed and set aflame.My room was dark when I opened my eyes, though I didn't remember closing them. The only light came from the sliver of moon through the cracked windowpane above my bed. The same moon that had witnessed my ruin. Its silver glow seemed almost accusing now, as though it too judged me for my failure to

“The bond was supposed to die when he rejected me. Then why does it still pulse inside me?” ⸻The walk to the Elder's chamber was silent, but nothing about it felt calm.I followed Elder Thorne down a narrow stone corridor lit only by flickering wall torches. The deeper we descended beneath the great hall, the colder the air became — heavy with centuries of secrets and old magic. I wrapped my cloak tighter around myself, though I wasn't sure if the chill I felt was from the air… or from within.The walls around us seemed to press closer with each step, centuries-old stone worn smooth by countless footsteps before mine. How many others had walked this same path? How many had been summoned like me, their hearts pounding with the uncertainty I now felt? I tried to slow my breathing, to appear composed despite the storm raging inside me. The events of the Moon Ceremony replayed in my mind on an endless loop — Kael's cold eyes, the collective gasp of the pack, the shame burning through me

In the silence, I could hear my own rapid breathing, the pounding of my heart. I lowered my hand slowly, fingers still tingling with the memory of that strange power.Finally, Mirella exhaled through her nose. "Moon Healer."The words seemed to echo in the chamber despite its perfect acoustics. They hung in the air between us, heavy with implication."No," I whispered. "That's just a myth."Moon Healers were legends told to pups, rare wolves blessed by the Moon Goddess with extraordinary healing abilities. Not just the practical medicine that pack healers practiced, but true healing — the power to mend what was broken, to purify what was tainted, to restore what was lost. Some stories said they could even heal the bond between mates, strengthen connections between pack members, repair spiritual wounds.But they were stories. Fairy tales. No one had seen a Moon Healer in generations."It's not," Thorne said. "The line was believed to be extinct. But it's not. Your mother... she was one

The glass fogged beneath my breath as I leaned closer, trying to see farther into the darkness. My fingertips tingled against the cool surface, the now-familiar warmth threatening to manifest as silver light. I pulled my hands away quickly, not wanting to leave glowing fingerprints on the window.Out there... he was losing control.Kael Blackthorn—the feared Alpha of Crescent Fang—was falling apart.And it was because of me.The thought should have terrified me. Should have made me cower, should have sent me running to the Elders begging them to fix whatever was happening. Angering the Alpha—even unintentionally—was a death sentence for most wolves, especially an omega like me.But instead, I felt something else stirring beneath my fear. Something that felt dangerously like power.You rejected your mate, Kael.Now you get to live with the consequences.My inner voice was harder than I'd ever heard it, edged with a bitterness I hadn't known I was capable of. This was justice, wasn't it