Novel & Cerita My Rejected And Broken Queen Read Online Free

"You have a pack that would die for you. A mate who would burn this place to the ground if anyone tried to hurt you." He kissed my forehead. Soft. Reverent. "They thought they threw away a defective wolf. Tomorrow, they learn they created a queen." I smiled. Pressed my face into his chest. Breathed in cedar, winter, home. Tomorrow, at the assembly, everything would change. The queen had returned to the castle. The castle wasn't ready.

Then, Renn deliberately wrapped his fingers around my wrist, pulled my arm completely free of his body, and walked away into the trees without saying a single word. The rejection hit my chest like a brutal punch. By evening, the main hall was packed to the ceiling. The air was suffocatingly hot, filled with the scents of sweat and anger. I stood completely alone in the center of the room, surrounded by a massive circle of warriors. Ryker and Renn sat on their elevated twin thrones at the front, their expressions completely unreadable, while Aldric stood beside them holding the pack laws. My whole life was being decided right now by people who used to call me family.

The anger from the folder, the thing that had been bleeding through everything since I read the word omega now found a new shape and locked into place somewhere deep and permanent. This was what they had made. Thirteen years of Ironmoor, a public rejection and a life that had never once given her a single soft place to land had made a girl who fell apart alone on floors in the dark because that was the only place she had ever been allowed to be human. I crossed the room. Crouched in front of her. She told me she was fine. Twice. With a voice that had been through a war. I said nothing. I put my hand over hers.

"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."

Bianca thought rejection was the worst thing that could happen to her and she was wrong. Until she was made an outcast and given to the most feared and ruthless leader of the cursed Southern territories. Biance awaits a life of misery because the cold, brutal and notorious Alpha has never kept a wife alive for more than a year. Biance is surprised because Logan barely looks at her, never touches her and seems almost afraid of something. Instead of the monster she had expected, Biance beholds a man haunted by secrets that could destroy everything. Strange things begin to happen as Bianca's touch heals the cursed land around and she is haunted by consuming nightmares. A

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."

Every instinct screamed not to give this woman more ammunition. She tilted her head, her smile sharpening. “No matter. Whether you remember or not, your place remains the same—beneath me.” The words landed like a brand against my skin. And though confusion and fear churned in my chest, something else rose with it—anger. Because whoever this queen was, she had been broken. Bruised. Forced into silence. Surrounded by cruelty disguised as loyalty. But me? I wasn’t built to bow. I met the woman’s gaze, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. “We’ll see about that.”

“You saw the threat. You hunted it. You exposed it. Today, you have earned not just my trust—but the court’s respect.” Elira faced the nobles, her voice quiet but unshaking. “I am Elira Stormfang. Once a servant. Once a ghost. Now a queen in all but name. And I will not be broken.” And no one—no one—dared to argue. ---

He expected almost anything, but her aloofness surprised him. “I’ve already experienced that once. Don’t be angry with me, Your Highness, but I’m not queen material. My family is ordinary. We’re just merchants and not an aristocratic family. I’m simply not fit to be a queen. That’s why I’m not even getting my hopes up.” Ariana answered him frankly. She wasn’t planning to make something up or make excuses. She has already been through rejection once and that time it hit her hard mainly because of her naivety and illusions. Ariana was mostly to blame for her pain. Ariana was aware of this, but it didn’t change the fact that she had to go through the pain of breaking the bond once again.