All Chapters of Alpha’s Rejected Healer: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rejection was always unpleasant, always carried a momentary discomfort—like lancing a wound to prevent infection. Necessary pain. But afterward came relief. Clarity. The satisfaction of having maintained standards, of having protected the pack's future.But it didn't.Nothing about this felt right. Nothing about this felt finished.Instead, it made something in his chest tighten. Twist.A sensation like barbed wire wrapped around his ribs, constricting with each breath. His wolf snarled at it, trying to bite through the invisible bindings, but they only seemed to tighten further.And now—for reasons he didn't understand—he felt her still.Felt her burning in his bones.Not her thoughts. Not her emotions. Just her existence, like a shadow cast across his consciousness. A presence he couldn't banish no matter how fiercely he commanded it to leave.Kael's fist struck the wall beside the window, the impact sending a shock wave up his arm. The pain was clarifying, momentarily drowning out

Something's wrong with the Alpha. He hasn't shifted in days. Did you see his eyes? They're changing.The rumors reached him despite his isolation. His hearing, at least, hadn't diminished—had perhaps even sharpened as his wolf retreated, as if compensating for the loss of other abilities.And still, every time he closed his eyes—she was there.Not as a woman.Not the trembling omega who had stood before him in the ceremonial circle, wide-eyed and disbelieving.As a force.Silver. Flickering. Dangerous.The image came unbidden, growing stronger with each passing night. Evelyn, but transformed. Evelyn, but powerful. Evelyn, but radiating a light that both drew him and warned him away.She's changing.The thought surfaced from somewhere deep in his consciousness, a knowledge that felt instinctive rather than reasoned. Whatever was happening to him was happening to her too—but differently. Where he was diminishing, she was growing. Where he was fracturing, she was becoming whole in a new

The powers were said to be awakened through extreme emotional trauma—usually rejection, or death of a mate. In some cases, the magic didn't come until years later, surfacing only when the wound had scarred over but never truly healed. In others, it came instantly, a defensive response to unbearable pain.Like mine had.I traced my finger down one passage, the ink slightly raised on the parchment, each word feeling more ominous than the last."To reject a Moon Healer is to condemn oneself. The bond is not easily severed—and in some cases, it cannot be. Their magic entwines with the mate thread. When severed improperly, both suffer. But only one survives."I sat back hard against the wall, the stone cold through my thin shirt, grounding me as the implications sank in.Kael was feeling it now—the backlash of what he'd done. The fraying, corrupted bond was poisoning him slowly, just as his rejection had poisoned me. But while my pain had transformed into power, his was simply destroying h

The library was blissfully empty this early—the scholars and apprentices wouldn't arrive until after the morning meal. I moved deeper into the stacks, fingers trailing along the spines, letting intuition guide me. The section on bonds and magical theory was in the eastern corner, partially hidden behind a massive celestial globe that mapped the night sky from centuries ago.I flipped through old scrolls about bonds, about magical rebound, about severing rituals. The parchment crackled beneath my fingers, delicate with age. Some of the texts were written in languages I couldn't read, their angular script curving like claw marks across the page. Others contained diagrams of wolves with glowing threads connecting them, diagrams of broken bonds bleeding silver and gold.Hours passed as I searched, the light changing as the sun climbed higher, then began its descent. My eyes burned. My back ached from hunching over the texts. But I kept reading, desperate for something that might explain w

My stomach twisted, a knot of emotions too tangled to separate—rage, anxiety, bitterness, and something else I refused to name. Something dangerously close to anticipation. "And you're going to let this happen?"Thorne met my eyes steadily, unflinching in the face of my rising anger. "It's not about letting. The law is clear. He has the right.""Even after he—" I couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't put into words what he'd done to me before the entire pack. Before the Goddess herself."Yes," he cut in gently, not unkindly. "Even after that."The unfairness of it burned like acid in my throat. After everything—the rejection, the humiliation, the pain that transformed me—he still had rights over me? Still had the power to command my presence as if I were just another wolf in his territory?My hands curled into fists around the parchment, crumpling its edges. Heat bloomed in my palms—not from anger, not entirely.From magic.The bond.It pulsed in response to his name. His writing. Hi