Novel & Cerita Book Rekindled Heartache

Could it break the chains of his past and create something beautiful from the ruins? My heart felt so heavy, I couldn’t help it. It torn me between what I wanted and what made sense. Riccardo, the man who had once shattered my world into a million irreparable pieces, had somehow found his way back into my thoughts, igniting a spark of hope against my better judgment.

"I did." He stayed quiet, then suddenly softened his tone. "I was harsh the other day. I shouldn't have done that to you. It's just that Carmen sprained her ankle, and she was alone…" I stared at my laptop screen, tapping rhythmically on my keyboard. I refused to bring up that day, as there simply was no point in doing so. "Whatever. It's all in the past." Noticing the wounds on my head, Austin reached out to touch it, but I instinctively dodged him. My gaze found its way to the man I had once loved deeply. I said, "The wounds are mostly healed. Don't worry about it."

And that means everything to me. To every single person who’s read, shared, cried, yelled at my characters (they deserved it), or dropped an encouraging comment, thank you. You are the reason I keep writing. You are the reason this story has a pulse. This book is a mix of heartbreak, chaos, a bit of trauma, and a lot of love, and the fact that it’s found a space in your heart? I’m not crying; you are. We’re just getting started. More twists. More tension. More scenes that’ll make you scream, “I hate him but also… I love him??”

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.

By the time I got to the part where he had humiliated me by not showing up at the engagement party, my tears were trickling down, but surprisingly, I didn't feel that much pain in my heart. Time indeed worked wonders. In just a matter of days, I had already gotten over Carl. "I know. You don't need to feel bad. I chose to marry you. You couldn't have forced me into it," Henry declared. "From the time I used to tease you as children till now, my feelings for you have never changed." He pulled me into his arms and comforted me. Instantly, my frazzled heart stilled. It felt like I had finally found a safe harbor of my own after floating around for over 20 years.

SAVED BY THE ALPHA Elisa's POV 5 DAYS LATER I flung my eyes open and it was immediately struck by a very bright light and damn it hurt badly. I groaned in pain and shut it back and opened it slowly once again. My head banged as my brain flooded down recaps of the previous events from how my mate rejected me and my cousin betrayed me to how I got attacked by guards or assassins as I would like to call them. At this point, I wish I had amnesia and didn't recall anything as I woke up because my head was seriously banging with migraine, my heart was shattered and my eyes were gushing freely with tears.

The longing for her was unbearable, and I realized that stepping into this room was like reopening a wound that had barely begun to heal. For a moment, I stayed there, crumpled and broken, unsure if I could bear the weight of her absence. But something compelled me to move. Slowly, with trembling legs, I forced myself to stand. My gaze fell on the bookshelf, and I approached it cautiously as if disturbing the stillness might erase what little connection I had left with her. The books were an eclectic mix, their subjects as varied and intriguing as she had been. Titles about supernatural beings, the mysteries of space, and one in particular—a book about an incubus—caught my eye.

His apology now was nothing more than a shallow feeling of guilt, and I did not need that. What I wanted was to be with someone who loved me unconditionally. Someone whose entire world revolved around me. I pulled my hand away from his. "Not a chance! Let’s just get a divorce. Even without Megan, we would’ve ended up here eventually," I said coldly. “Is there really no chance for us? Please Cat...” He looked at me with wounded eyes. "Can’t we start over? Just give me one more chance." "That’s impossible, Matthew. Don’t try to act all loving and caring—it doesn’t work on me anymore."

My tears fall silent over my cheeks as my grim reality reaps destruction in my soul. I’m so sorry, Angelo. In desperate need of comfort, I dig my cell phone out of my bag and open the chat I share with Angelo. I scroll to the very beginning and read all the messages we’ve sent each other. But none of them offers me any comfort. Instead, the texts break my heart. In this moment of devastation and darkness, I realize I wasn’t just in love with Angelo. I love him. I love him with my whole heart and soul. And I didn’t even get to tell him.

In her heart, there was a barely audible voice. If you can't let go, why not face it? She had tried to let go, and thought she had, but when truly facing him, she realized it wasn't so easy to let go after all. Her first love, the man she had once burned herself up loving! Following her heart, Selina pressed her lips together and nodded slightly. The next moment, she felt herself pulled into a broad, solid chest. The heartbeat that had been under her palm now thundered heavily in her ear.