Marked By Rejection: The Curse Of Her Mates Novels & Stories

"Her name was Avalon, she was on a mission to deliver the message to me. She had these sea green eyes that turned dark when she stared at you too deeply and her lips were always coated in red paint. Her physical features didn't interest me at that time because I believed I could maneuver my way through the curse or maybe stay mateless for the rest of my life, so I humiliated her and made my guards beat her before throwing her out. That was foolish of me, I know but I was desperate and I didn't want anything to deter me from my focus." My eyes widened at his confession as I shifted uneasily on the bed. Dane was indeed brutal, just like the things I had heard about him. "You remember the day I

My throat tasted like metal. A group of pack members crowded the dungeon entrance, their faces twisted with disgust, fear, or fascination. Their collective gaze dropped to one place—my thigh. The curse mark. Murky red lines sprawled across my skin like a burn that refused to heal. I gasped and tugged the slit of my dress closed, covering it. “She’s truly cursed,” a woman whispered. “Isn’t she the girl without an origin? I always knew she would bring trouble,” a man muttered.

The curse had been broken. Her sword still hummed with the energy of that final strike, but it was no longer the same. It was lighter now, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from it. She closed her eyes, taking in a steady breath, and felt the lingering presence of Zevi's spirit within her. "We did it," she whispered, her voice soft but strong. She looked up, her eyes finding the stars above—the stars that had always watched over her. And as the world slowly healed, she knew that the true strength had always been in the bonds she shared with her mates, her family, her people. They had forged their victory in the flames of sacrifice and love, and that bond was eternal.

Failed. Miriam Blackthorn stood in the corridor. Her eyes moved—streamers, the arrangement of us, Rhys's hand still holding mine. Her arms folded. I let go of his hand. Dropped my head. "What is going on in here?" Rhys reached over and took my hand back. I looked at him. He didn't look at me. He looked at his mother. "Mara is our mate, Mom." Quiet. Miriam looked at me for a long moment. Not at her sons. At me. Her expression stayed warm, nearly perfect, the kind of smile that cost nothing because it meant nothing.

The hard truth is that sometimes first mates are sometimes the cursed ones and in Cheryl’s case she was cursed as first mate because the only purpose she served was to be a stepping stone to Matteos true mate. I know everyone thinks second chance mates are cursed, and maybe some are, but not in Amara’s case. Amara still feels cursed at times, hell sometimes I still feel cursed even though I have my mate now. However, it took a long time to find her, and my lovely mate has endured hell which can sometimes cause issues between us.

Kayden’s Point of View Iris confirmed what Esmerie and I suspected. Her life could be at risk, and I couldn’t find a way to convince her to accept my mark. I knew that we needed to mate for the curse to be broken, and it could be too soon for that. But time was catching up with us, so we needed to decide quickly. It seemed that Iris caught my restlessness because she took my hand. The sparks instantly calmed me down. I loved how the mate bond worked; it was one of the best things I have experienced.

Councilman Hartt continued into the call. “The orange flame of rejection from her Meadow. That is a bad omen, my friend. A Goddess Curse doesn’t happen often. There has been testament to it only a handful of times; it is a warning to the bearer of the mark. It absorbs the strength granted by the Goddess until their demise or repentance of their sins. These rogues, what was their intention?” The man on the other end explained, and I had no idea what they were even talking about. Why did the flame colour matter? Repentance for sin?

A wave of shock passes over me and my mouth opens and closes on its own like I am a fish out of water. “ What? I mean how – how is this possible? ” I stutter, closing my hands into fists to stop them from trembling too much. “ The mate mark on your neck, Stubborn Girl. ” She points toward my neck and her grin widens. “ The mate mark on your neck was like a seal to that curse. You got rid of it by rejecting that Alpha boy so the curse is gone with it. ” “ You freed yourself from the curse which prevented any happiness to last in your life. ” She adds and gets up from the ground while I stay seated, my mind numb.

“The goddess placed a curse on them… that they wouldn’t be able to scent their mate. They wouldn’t recognize who their mate is unless they mated and marked her themselves.” I heard her behind me again. A gasp tore from my lips, and when I turned to look, she was gone once more. Her presence had vanished, leaving only her voice– her soft laughter curling through the air. “So that means you can’t remember you are their mate. No one can tell them. They wouldn’t know unless they chose to mark you willingly. If only they had marked you that night, the curse would have broken, they would have been freed from it.”

I cautioned, my tone sharper than I meant it to be. Kaïden stopped mid-step, his jaw tightening at my words. “Do you know what this is?” My throat felt dry. Should I tell him the truth? That the blood in my veins, the fire I carried, was linked to markings like these? That my mother’s death had been sealed by one of them? I swallowed hard. “It’s a curse mark. It binds. It lingers. Wherever it’s cast, destruction follows.” Frightened murmurs swept through the council, the tension thick enough to choke on.