Book Rejected And Forsaken นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I begged in my heart. “Do it before I throw you out again!” He barked at me. He had made up his mind and he wasn’t going back on it. Never for once did I think that my father could be the reason my mate rejected me but it has happened because ropes of fate strung me with my Father’s sworn enemy. I clenched my fist and closed my eyes. “I, Sarah Abraham, accept your rejection.” I screamed as I felt a strong force push me out of the window.

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I boil in anger as I keep voicing my thoughts, "Do you really think she loved me? Do you believe that? News flash- she didn't. Don't think I wasn't trying to be careful. Selena may have me wrapped around her finger, but I was watching her. She didn't want me, but she fell in love with the same man she kept rejecting as soon as she discovered that bastard could be a fucking King. She wasn't here for love or for me- she was here for power and greed, just like any other human. Selena has no idea how the mate bond affects wolves. She left me as soon as she could." "She kept you afloat. Go around, my boy, and find yourself a new bitch; why not? As soon as you do, I'll be gone. I don't care. I ref

Pov: Marshall Ackerman There was so much I hated and every day I had to go through the routine of rejecting women who wanted me to be in a Jacktic relationship with them. I wondered when they were going to take the hint that I didn’t give a rat’s ass about such things and I would rather be alone than spend my time forming a futile connection with some woman just because it’s somehow better than being a lone wolf.

“I am here because you have crossed into the Forbidden Territory—a place reserved for those who carry the burden of leadership. And because you carry the blood of the pack, the spirits have not turned you away.” Aveline felt a shiver run down her spine. “We didn’t mean to intrude,” she said, her voice steady despite her fear. “We’re trying to return to Whispering Woods.” Alaric’s expression darkened, a shadow passing over his features. “The path you seek is fraught with peril,” he warned, his voice echoing with a deep, ancient sorrow. “Darkness grows within the heart of the pack—a darkness that seeks to consume all that remains of what was once pure.”

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.

It thrived on forgotten love, on lost identities, on the pieces of her that she had left behind. She could feel it now, the truth that had eluded her for so long. The realm wasn’t just a place—it was a reflection of what she had lost. It had fed on her, on the parts of her soul she had abandoned in the wake of her sacrifice, the pieces she had left behind when she sealed the Forsaken King. The realm had kept her here, in the darkness, trapped in the illusion of peace, because it thrived on what she had forgotten. It had made her forget herself, forget her name, forget her bond with Raymond.

“Your brother is an excellent forger when motivated.” “Why would he do that?” “Because I asked you something the night before you disappeared.” Elio lowers his voice. “Do you remember what it was?” The memory slams into me so hard I nearly trip on my stilettos. Moonlight on white sheets. Elio’s voice, uncharacteristically vulnerable: “Come away with me. Leave everything behind.” And my answer: “Yes.” “I remember,” I whisper. My throat is suddenly parched. “I meant that, you know. Every word”

But every time I stopped, I felt a whisper: Keep going. I realized later that whisper wasn’t just hers. It was mine. Writing That Rejected Blood Moon healed me in ways I didn’t expect. It reminded me that even rejection, pain, and loneliness can become sacred when turned into purpose. This book is for every soul who has ever felt unseen, misunderstood, or “too much.” It’s for the broken hearts still learning to trust their own rhythm. And it’s for the dreamers who believe, even in the darkest night, that dawn will come.

he tried to touch me but I moved away. “I can handle myself” I said coldly. King Leonidas hesitated and from the corner of my eyes, I finally saw him nod his head. He walked in front of me and I walked behind, head down, arms around myself as I forced myself to move. The last few minutes replayed in my head over and over again. I thought…no, something deep inside of me believed that word was enough to change things. Yet it had sounded like another burden dumped on his shoulders. He wasn’t unhappy to find his mate. He never was. I guess what mattered was who it actually was. To him, I wasn’t good enough to be his mate. Maybe not good enough for anything…or anyone. Rejected twice. Unloved. A c