Abused And Rejected Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

“Are you alright?” the werewolf asked as he turned to face her. Oh. My. Goddess. This man. He was tall, with tanned skin, ash blond hair, and striking grey eyes. He seemed a little older than her, early twenties, and absolutely her type. She would be drooling over this man if he weren’t covered in blood from that dying… Thing… “I-I-ah, yes, I am,” she stuttered. He nodded and reached out a hand to her. She took it and let him help her stand up. He suddenly jerked her arm forward and inspected her wrist.

Aiyanna gave him a smile and kept her hand over her shoulder, “if her first mate dies then she can have a second mate, most werewolves get two chances to mate, what if she finds her second chance mate?” Jayde does want to think about it, if Hayley’s second chance mate is actually a good person, then maybe she would go with him as she should and it was a thing. Jayden sighed as he rubbed his temple and Aiyanna said, “for werewolves there martes are everything and rejecting a mate hurts like bitch, someone werewolves even die, and some become cripple, imagine getting rejected twice or losing your mates twice it kills a werewolf from inside and very few people with a very strong mental strength

The gunmetal wolf whimpered and went down, but the copper wolf rolled away, causing my legs to spread and ruining my balance. I landed on my stomach hard, and the copper wolf swiped at my side. His claws sank into my fur and skin, the sharp sting of the damage stealing my breath. I yelped, unable to keep the noise in, and stood. My blood added to the metallic stench around me, but I snaked my head to the side and caught one of the copper wolf’s paws in my mouth. As he jerked his leg back, I sank my teeth clean through it. He squealed, and I ground my jaw, inflicting as much damage as possible.

In less than a day I left for California. I felt torn within me. Anger flowed in my veins realising am about to be die or used as a sex toy to the one I rejected multiple times. I wasn't able to be anyone to him cause I couldn't lead a pack or become a Luna. Am just a scared little girl from the Omega pack who won't defend herself both in the werewolf and human world.

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But there wasn't a single trace to follow. I stared down at the fragile girl in my arms. She was so weak, her breaths shallow, her life hanging by a thread. I had no choice but to take her to the best wolf healer in the pack. The doctor's face was grim. "She's in bad shape. Abandoned right after birth. She hasn't even been fed." Those words ignited pure rage in me. Cassia. You heartless woman. It was one thing to leave me. But to abandon a newborn? To abandon your own child?

“I told Nikjin to bite me and make me a werewolf, but he refused. He claimed that life as a werewolf was lonely and full of torment and that he would rather spare me the pain of becoming one. Besides, only Vak had the power to make any human a werewolf because he was the first Alpha. Only his bite would make a difference and every seed that came from him would be born a werewolf. “Ever since I learned that secret, I have been obsessed with finding a way to get to the Prime Alpha. I begged Nikjin to take me to his brother, but my so-called friend refused. He said it was in my best interest to remain a human and that I should quench any dreams I had about becoming a werewolf.” Erin was surpris

Yes, now I knew the truth, that she didn't leave me willingly, but still, even with Reyna acting as a distraction, I still felt it. "She threatened to reject him." I lowered my eyes as gasps filled the room. Everyone knew a mate's rejection was one of the cruelest, most agonizing fates imaginable for a werewolf. It ripped the soul apart from the inside out, to a point that some lost their sanity, turned rogue, or died. I was lucky Imani didn't reject me; she simply left. "He must have been devastated," Clark stated, while the doctor continued. "He was even confused and inconsolable when that happened. So later that evening when he didn't report, we didn't question it. We thought he was hidin

Only waiting for the pain that soon embraced me. I crumpled to the cold, hard floor clutching my chest as the excruciating pain of rejection surged through my veins. I have heard from the older werewolves that the pain was like a cold silver dagger embedded into the heart. Once, I had dared to imagine it. But now, it felt different than how I had imagined—like ten thousand silver knives piercing through my flesh all at once without mercy. My only crime was being wolfless. I caught another smile tugging Lucien's lips, wider this time, as though a heavy burden had just been lifted off his chest.

I knew he was referring to his wolf, which sometimes make me wonder if I really am his second chance mate and if I am, I wonder why I don't feel the bond. Could it probably because I'm not a werewolf or a lycan, hence I don't feel the bond as much as I should. Also, when Derek rejected me, I didn't feel the pain as much as I expected. Or could it be because I had my life ruined shortly after that? I didn't know which one is more painful, my distorted life or Derek's rejection. However, I'm proud of whom I have become. "I can't keep him tamed without you." Dorian hissed, snapping me back to present.