My Rejected And Broken Queen Novels & Stories

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

Jade POV Well, this is total shit, my plan clearly worked in splitting them up by sleeping with her mate but I’m not sure why she was able to make her voice sound commanding or why she didn’t really feel any pain with the rejection, I know that it hurts like hell from experiencing it twice before, but she didn’t even blink an eye. I was hoping she was going to burst into tears and beg him to come back to her, I wanted her to look pitiful and broken while she begged on her knees that he didn’t leave her, unfortunately there was nothing, no emotion whatsoever during the rejection. The damn annoying thing is that I’m currently in this situation due to making them reject each other or because th

Phoenix sobbed. The breakdown was total. The Queen of Rebirth was dead, buried under the rubble of a mother’s catastrophic failure. Her legs gave out, her knees slamming into the grit of the cave floor with a bone-jarring thud she didn't even register. Tears—hot, salt-heavy, and uncontrollable—cascaded down her face, cutting tracks through the gray soot on her cheeks. She bit her lip so hard the iron taste of blood flooded her mouth, a desperate, futile attempt to anchor herself as her mind spiraled into the image of her son becoming nothing more than a pile of gray dust in a New York basement she never truly escaped.

I had smelled the deep, rotting scars of that rejection bond the moment I found her in the cabin. "She is fragile," the Queen continued, crying openly now. "She is barely holding herself together. She spent years thinking she was important, and it turned out to be a lie. If you do that exact same thing to her—if you make her think she can fight, and then you let her get destroyed in front of your people—she will not survive it this time." She wiped her face with a shaking hand. "She will be broken," the Queen whispered. "Permanently. Please. Do not break my daughter."

“If you still insist on claiming me as your mate, I'm going to make your life miserable. “I can't believe this you want to force me to reject you as my mate “You don't want anyone to be hurt?, But you have hurt me, you said you reject. I can't believe you….” she paused and sighed heavily, she continued. “I can't believe you wanted to reject a royal……” I swallowed the remaining words, when I realized that I almost spilled the beans.

Amy stammered, "you must have been deceived!" A collective gasp went through the hall. "Is she crazy?" "She's questioning the King's judgment?" "Does she have a death wish?" But Amy was clearly too terrified to think straight. She pointed at me, her voice trembling but insistent. "This woman can't be the Luna Queen! She's just a reject from our Silver Moon Pack!" Then, to everyone's horror, she cast a fawning look at Ronan. "Your Majesty, you are clearly a powerful Alpha who deserves a true mate. If you require a... more loyal Luna... I would be honored to serve you."

He’s never said it in words. Even so, I can’t help but wonder. Spencer lifts me up delicately. Despite my pain, I cling tightly to his neck. “You must reject her immediately!” The queen screeches furiously. Spencer glances down at me. I meet his eyes as if to say: ‘yes, I know we’re mates.’ “I won’t reject her,” Spencer says firmly. “You dare defy my orders for a lowly wolfless girl?” The queen exclaims, heartbroken.

I thought nothing could rival it—until now, when I walked away from a queen’s chamber carrying that same weight of dismissal in my chest. The wardens’ grip was harsh, but I barely felt it. My arms ached, my legs stumbled, but the greater pain was lodged deep inside, a heaviness that dragged my spirit down with each step. I wanted to weep—how easy it would be, to surrender to the breaking of my voice, to let tears streak my face and prove what I already knew: that I was not strong, had never been strong. But I remained silent. It was as though the Queen’s rejection had frozen something in me, numbing even the instinct to cry. Her eyes had looked through me as if my words were disease, as if t

I was thankful for his feelings and sad at the same time because I couldn’t reciprocate them. “And I knew it was wrong to love the Queen of the Alpha King,” he added, lowering his head and smiling faintly. “So, can you reject me now?” Regis waited long years to say what his heart desires. Sorrowfully, I have to end it. “I, Elizabeth, the Queen of the Lunas and the wife of the Alpha King reject you, Regis of Green Forest Pack.” His golden eyes misted, but still, he did not fail to show me a smile.

“I, Evander Hart of the BlueMoon Pack, reject—” “Please don't reject me,” she cried out, dropping to her knees. She stared up at me, her tears already falling. “You are my mate, and you are supposed to love, care for, and protect me. Okay… even though you won't do that, which I understand is because of the princess. I'm nowhere near her anyway, but then… don't reject me now. I'm already too weak… too broken. I won't be able to withstand the rejection pain. I will die, Beta.”