My Rejected And Broken Queen Novels & Stories

He said and I closed my eyes waiting for the pains that usually come with rejection to take over me. "Complete the rejection process bitch and let me go." he muttered angrily. I struggled with the gnawing pain in my chest and I got on my feet. I almost stumbled down due to the excess pain I was dealing with. "I Eleanor Stefan of the Red Crimson pack rejects you Ethan Raymond as my mate." I sputtered trying to keep my mouth from screaming in pain. If he felt any pain due to my rejection, then he was so damn good at hiding it. I clutched my chest finding it hard to breathe but I wasn't going to give these devils the liberty of watching me breakdown. I struggled to walk, dragging my feet with m

I snap back, pressing on the link, the live video of the Demon Kingdom popping up on my screen. “I should have been the Alpha King, ruling beside Isabella, but I was a fool and rejected her, thinking she was an Omega even if she was stronger than the guards.” I continue, running a hand through my hair. I grimace at how greasy it feels, reminding myself to take a shower once that bastard Odishka’s head has been separated from his body. “No matter the reason, you rejected the Queen because of the stupid law your father made. Then you mated another she-wolf, which caused the Queen harm.” Malcom says, his voice steady and calm, while he ignores the rumbling snarl slipping past my lips.

What unsettled me was how easily she'd said his name , Logan, not Alpha, like she still believed she'd earned the right to it. “Everybody. Back to work!” The seamstress said with a clap. Normalcy returned as everyone returned back to work like nothing happened. Rela also made herself useful by separating crystal beads with a lady I assumed was her friend. I sucked in a breath and walked to the seamstress who was cutting into a fabric with enough force to rip the table to pieces. I patted her back gently. “It's okay. It was just a mistake.” She dropped the scissors and faced me, her back pressing into the table. “It wasn't. It never was. It will never be.”

Dad. "I want to go home." I weakly pushed over the tears and my clogged throat and vocal cords, my voice and tone now resembling that of a child." Take me home." I sniffled. "I cannot, your Majesty. The king would have my head and I would be charged for treason, besides you're his mate. King Theodore needs you here by his side. You're our queen and luna, so I deeply apologise, but I cannot." She apologised, a hint of hurt lacing her voice as she painfully said those words. Unknowningly twisting the painfully lodged dagger in my heart, increasing the already unbearable pain in my chest, making me clutch at it to try and sooth the pain as the tears increasingly flowed down my cheeks, leaving w

"One day, you will regret this." He chuckled a dark, humorless sound. "I doubt it. Goodbye, Selene." With that, he turned his back on me, leaving me standing alone in the center of the circle, the weight of his rejection pressing down on me. The crowd slowly dispersed, their voices hushed and filled with whispers. I heard fragments—pity, scorn, curiosity—all of them watching the once-proud daughter of Alpha Blackwood, now humiliated and abandoned. My heart felt shattered as if a piece of my soul had been ripped away. The bond I had longed for was nothing more than a cruel illusion, and the reality was a cold, empty chasm that threatened to swallow me whole.

The realization that I was once again too late, that I couldn't stop the pain and betrayal from unfolding, crushed me. The queen approached me, her gaze filled with a twisted satisfaction. "You should have known, Naomi," she continued, her voice laced with mockery. "Reuben is a king now, and he has made his choice. He has chosen Rachel as his queen, and there's nothing you can do to change that." Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to process the pain and disappointment that washed over me. Reuben had given me hope, had promised to fight for justice and bring my family back. But now it seemed like all those promises were empty, shattered by the queen's cruel revelation.

“But at what cost?” The Queen laughed softly. “At every cost. I lost Theron. I lost Myra. I lost Zayn. I lost myself. But I kept her. Because without her…” Her voice broke. “I forgot why I ever fought at all.” Liora stepped forward. “You don’t have to stay broken. That’s not who we are.” The Queen’s gaze sharpened. “That’s who you are. I’m the one who couldn’t carry it. I had to cheat time just to breathe again.”

"We broke the laws of the First Luna to reclaim our own blood!" The fire-figure drifted closer, its heat so intense it made the obsidian floor beneath my feet turn to liquid glass. "YOU HAVE RECLAIMED NOTHING. YOU HAVE MERELY DECORATED YOUR CHAINS WITH STARLIGHT. YOU CALL YOURSELF A QUEEN, BUT YOU ARE STILL A SLAVE TO THE MEMORY OF A SQUARE". I felt the sting of the truth. Even with all my power, I was still the girl who had been rejected. I was still the woman who defined herself by the man who didn't want her and the man who did.

he uttered in a deep, emotionless Alpha voice. "People warned me not to choose a wolfless, weak woman from the weakest pack in the world as my mate and Luna Queen. Yet, I disregarded their counsel. I bestowed upon you the title of Luna Queen and offered you everything you never deserved. But you have failed to fulfill your duties as both a Queen and my mate. You are disrespectful, disobedient, and unworthy of being the Luna Queen to the largest and strongest pack in the world. I accept your rejection, Selena Ardolf. I, Alpha King Zander Blake, reject you, Selena Ardolf, as my mate and my Queen," he bit out with disgust. The rejection was completed, and the mate bond broke instantly.

"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."