All Chapters of Rejected not broken: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elara’s pov I made it exactly three hours before I started questioning the biggest decision of my life. The sun was going down at a rapid pace and my feet hurt. My feet really hurt. I had been walking for hours with no destination and no plan. I kicked a stone off the road and watched it disappear into the bushes. What exactly had I been thinking?. One minute I was standing in front of the entire district, telling Kevin Blackwood he meant nothing to me.The next, I was wandering toward the human world with no money, no clothes, and no idea where I was going. A shaky laugh escaped me, maybe Kevin was right. The thought made me stop walking. I hated that it hurt so much, that despite everything he’d done, some pathetic part of me still wanted to turn around and run back. Maybe if I apologized… Maybe if I admitted I had overreacted… Maybe he would forgive me. The moment the thought crossed my mind, my chest tightened. Forgive me? For what? For embarrassing him after

Elara’s POV Sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming my face. For a moment, I panicked thinking I was late for pack duties before the events of yesterday came rushing in the ceremony, Kevin, the rejection the tears it all felt unreal, like I had woken from a nightmare. A slow smile tugged at my lips. I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept so well, no whispers, no mocking laughter, no dreams of Kevin, just peace. The realization made something warm settle in my chest. Maybe Mrs Bennett was right, I would be safe here. A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. “Come in.” The door opened. Adelaide stepped inside carrying a tray. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.” I glanced at the clock, a yawn escaping my mouth, my eyes widened. “It’s noon!” She shrugged. “You were exhausted.” She said unbothered and set the tray on the bed. The smell of pancakes immediately filled the room, my stomach growled. I looked at her sheepishly . Adelaide laughed. “You real

Elara’s POV The morning air carried the crisp scent of dew as I stepped onto the front porch with a single duffel bag slung over her shoulder. For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t running from something. I was walking towards it, willingly. Behind me, the front door creaked open. “You don’t have to look so miserable,” Adelaide teased, leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded. “You’re acting like Kaden is taking you to your execution.” I forced a smile. “Who says he isn’t?” Adelaide laughed, the sound warm enough to ease some of the tightness in my chest. “If he wanted you dead, he wouldn’t have agreed to help you.” “That isn’t exactly comforting.” “No?” Adelaide arched a brow. “Trust me, that’s practically a declaration of affection coming from him.” “I still don’t understand why he agreed” I frowned. “You don’t need to.” “I think I do.” Adelaide’s expression softened. “Some people don’t explain themselves until they’re ready.” Before I could ask a

Elara’s POV Three days, three days was all it took for Kaden and me to disagree about almost everything. “You were late.” I glanced at the sun. “By five minutes.” “You were late.” “It’s five minutes.” “It only takes five minutes to lose a fight.” I sighed dramatically. “It must be exhausting being you.” “No.” “It must be exhausting being around you.” Kaden didn’t even blink. “Stretch.” I rolled my eyes but did as he said. “This is exactly what I mean.” “What?” “You don’t know how to have a normal conversation.” “I do.” I looked at him expectantly. He looked back. “…Well?” “I’ve already had one.” I stared at him for a second before laughing in disbelief “You’re unbelievable.” “So I’ve heard.” I muttered something under my breath as I bent to touch my toes. “What was that?” “I said you’re very… dedicated.” “You lied.” “I did.” He nodded like he didn’t want this to continue “I know.” I couldn’t help smiling “You know, most pe

Elara’s POV The first rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting soft golden streaks across the guest room. I yawned but I had been awake long before dawn. Sleep came in restless fragments, each one interrupted by the memory of Kaden’s hand against my cheek, the warmth in his icy blue eyes, the way he’d leaned in until I could feel his breath. Then he’d stopped. I groaned and buried my face in the pillow willing myself to forget it, that It hadn’t happened. I wasn’t here to lose myself in stolen moments with a vampire who had opened his home to a broken stranger. I had a purpose. A promise to keep. Pushing myself out of bed, I folded the borrowed clothes I’d worn over the past few days and packed the few belongings I owned into my small bag. Today, I was leaving, Adelaide would already be waiting and once I got back everything would change. The mansion was unusually quiet with only the distant clink of dishes and the occasional footsteps of servants echoed through