My Rejected And Broken Queen Novels & Stories

They are all waiting for the day I will be proclaimed queen of this realm, yet he has the audacity to reject me. He wants to ruin me, despite all I have done for him; as a result, I reject my real partner. I rejects the one who loves me the most, which led to his death. My main desire is to be declared queen. Remembering how I ruthlessly rejected Matt, telling him he wasn’t worthy of me, and then watching him die. Rejecting our partner is death since we only have one mate-choice privilege. We can’t have second-chance partners, like the werewolves. Seeing my closest friend die as a result of my avarice is something I can never accept. So I must become his queen.

“Come on, talk to me. You had your time blocking me out for over a year, so now it’s time that we build our relationship into what it’s supposed to be. So, talk to me sis. What’s going on? Why did you accept the rejection? Why haven’t you allowed yourself to be happy?” She took a moment to get herself calm enough to talk to Garrett. She sighed heavily before she began. “When Derreck and I first met, there was something about him that I was so drawn to. Like the universe was pulling me to him in a way that I couldn’t explain or see. I had just gone through a breakup from my fiancée who had been cheating on me with that bitch Brigette, right under my nose. When I rejected Derreck, my world fel

My next words were even louder, cold as a winter gale. “I, Miroslava Flameheart, Queen of Eradrakor and the North Kingdom, reject you, Draven Colton, King of the Demon Kingdom, as my mate.” “No!” he screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony. “If you have any affection left for me, accept my rejection!” I boomed. He searched my eyes one last time, finding only a hollow void where the fire used to be. Finding no warmth, he realised it was truly over.

"What? The Decay was man-made?" "If that's true..." "How can a woman like that be our Luna?" "How can the Alliance have a criminal for a Queen?" The doubts grew louder. I was furious, about to defend myself. "I did not—" Damien’s hand gently touched my back, stopping me. "Did you really think I'd host this summit without knowing exactly what's going on?" His voice was calm, but it held a chilling authority. Damien took out the report I had brought him. "This file contains a detailed record of the true cause of the Genetic Decay."

She must have cried for a long time. My heart tightened painfully. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there, watching her break. > "Kate, I can't take this rejection. It hurts so much," she continued, her voice shaking. "He didn't even say a word. I was so worthless to him that he couldn't even reject me properly. He didn't even look at me. I thought you said the mate bond would be too strong for him to resist. The moment I realized he was my mate, I was sad because I knew he would never accept me. Not when he's madly in love with Clara."

"Oh Evan you suck with all those flattering words. You just want me to jump in and believe you at once? You think it's that easy?" This time I was forced to turn and face him. "Do you know what rejection means? And you are talking about accepting you, I was pushed away, treated like a maid and abandoned by YOU!!! If anyone was to talk about acceptance it shouldn't be you.." my blood was boiling, my wolf had already activated and was about to blow up. I took a deep breath and controlled myself.

"Daughter of flame and silence. Bearer of scars I did not ask for." "The gods chose me to kneel. I refused." "Queens told me to bow. I burned their altars." She looked at the assembled. At the broken. The bound. The brave. "This is not a kingdom." "This is not a rebellion." "This is reckoning." "You want a queen?" She laughed once. Low. Sharp. Then spat. "You’ve had too many." "So here is my only decree." "Kneel no longer." "Or burn beside the ones who still think thrones matter."

“You found something.” I nodded. “Liora admitted it. She drugged you, under orders.” “From who?” “Dreven.” Her breath caught. “One of your councilors?” “He believes you might be the Omega Queen from the old prophecy.” Her hands trembled. “So… this was a test?” “A twisted one,” I said. “And he failed it.” “I don’t feel like a queen,” she whispered. “I feel broken.” I leaned forward, taking her hands. “You feel broken because you were forged under fire. That doesn’t mean you aren’t powerful. It means you survived what was meant to kill you.”

To the unfinished nature of a broken bond. She had not attributed it to the right cause. Because the bond had never been with Cole. Cole had known what she was, or someone had told him, and the rejection had been a pre-emptive move sever the formal recognition before the real bond could identify itself and activate. Keep the marker dormant by keeping her isolated and struggling and away from the one bloodline that could wake it. She turned to the last page. The document was annotated in the margins by a second hand, the ink older and lighter, the handwriting different. It was a list of action recommendations. She read them one by one.

"Besides, you can't fake the scent of a fated mate. Marcus, are you really going to cast her aside?" Marcus let out a sharp, derisive snort. "Three years in that hole? She's tainted by the filth of every rogue she shared a wall with. A woman like that... she isn't worthy of being my mate." The room erupted in a chorus of low whistles and hushed, pitying murmurs. Marcus's voice dropped, heavy with the indifference of a king looking at a peasant. "If any of you want her, take her. She's nothing but a discarded she-wolf now. Nobody's prize."