Novel & Cerita My Rejected And Broken Queen

"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.

And for a moment, I almost believed him. But no. I couldn’t. I couldn’t give in like this. I’d rather die than believe another man. I tugged my arm free, this time with enough force to break his grip. I glanced at him, the walls inside me were already crumbling. And for the first time, I felt... something. Something I can’t ignore. “Hell, No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I’m not some charity case.” “Doesn’t matter.” Nathan’s voice hardens. “You’re not leaving.”

Her voice cracked open the room like thunder. “What does it mean, Damon?” she asked. “What the hell is a royal reject?” The words struck like a blade, but I didn’t flinch. “It means,” I said, voice steady despite the storm behind my ribs, “that you were never meant to be broken.” She blinked.

Those were the thoughts running in my mind. “See, she’s speechless,” Britney growled in a menacing tone, gritting her teeth. “This is a disgrace, Blaze,” she muttered, placing her hand on Blaze's shoulder. “You need to break the bond with her now,” she demanded, and my stomach dropped. “I'm wolf-less; if he rejects me, I will die,” I begged desperately as Britney pressed him. “And please, no,” I pleaded as tears fell freely down my face. “And for this bastard child, I say we kill it,” she declared.

"She's a cursed witch who brings nothing but misfortune! Look what she's done! She used black magic to bewitch the King and ruin us all!" The temple fell silent. Everyone stared at her in shock. In wolf law, slandering the Queen was a death sentence. "Are you insane?" her mate tried to pull her back. But she had completely lost her mind. "She's not worthy! A discarded bitch, what right does she have to stand there? What right does she have to be our Queen?" Her voice grew more shrill. "She will destroy the entire wolf race! She's a curse! A disaster!" I watched her performance quietly.

Something inside me cracked. “Please,” I whispered, barely audible. “Don’t—” His jaw tightened. “I, Isaak Nightingale of the Moonbane Pack, reject you, Sierra Woodsworth, as my mate and Luna.” My eyes watered. A small whimper tore from my throat as the bond snapped. I fell forward, clutching my heart. The pain wasn’t physical, it was soul-deep, ripping something sacred from me. The light between us shattered into fragments of silver that scattered across the stones and faded.

QUEENETH’S POV “Reject me,” I whispered, voice trembling, my fingers twisted together in front of me. “Please, Alpha… just reject me.” He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. His jaw tightened, veins standing out on his neck. “Queeneth,” he said, his voice low, “you don’t know what you’re asking for.” “I do,” I said, though my throat burned. “You have Success. You have your pack. You don’t need me. Please.”

“Yes, you want the bond to be broken right?” My hand fists into my dress at my side. “Yes.” “Let’s go break it now! You want me to free you? I will.” Perhaps he’s not in his right mind. He only needs to say the rejection words back for the bond to be broken. I take a step back, unsure. He grabs my hand in a tight grip throwing my mind into a mess. Electricity shoots through my arms, racking through my body, setting the fragile threads of our bond alight and making me feel light headed.

"The formal rejection was the second act. The first was ensuring you were paired with someone who could be instructed." She absorbed this. The idea that the pull she had felt toward Cole which she had believed, at its most generous interpretation, to be the universe's genuine and somewhat inexplicable choice had been a managed illusion. A redirection. A decoy built from council architecture and an ambitious young wolf who was willing to be used. It should have felt like relief. In some ways it did. In other ways it felt like standing in a room where every wall turned out to be a painted backdrop. "Why?" she asked. "What does a Sovereign Match to the Holt line threaten?"