Never Reject A Wolf Princess Novels & Stories

Every wolf looked forward to their 18th birthday, it was when their wolf would fully awaken and the search for their soulmate began. Gerwulf only gave a short laugh," Eloise I have a bad feeling about tonight.... maybe my mate is going to reject me? I'm a bastard, I was born with bad luck." He ran a hand through his blood red hair, the only thing that gave him away as a hybrid. Only somebody born of a witch could have such a color. "My claim to being a future alpha is... well, it's nonexistent. Even if I bare the mark, Hylda will always fight for either Keifer or Delmar to succeed. What could I possibly offer somebody?" Eloise frowned hard, trying her best to stay happy for him. It was her j

“For fuck’s sake, Kane, far be it from me to forbid you from protecting your mate, Goddess knows I understand, but you can’t keep her hidden in the dungeon forever. She’s a witch, man, they’ll come looking for her…we can’t afford to go to war with Crystal Rose.” “I know. I’ll figure something out.” Glenn sighs. “The best will be if you reject her.” “I can’t, you know that.” “Yeah. I’m sorry, man. I know this is an impossible situation you’re in.” Wolves will accept almost any type of fated mate into their pack or tribe. I even know wolves with vampire mates, and they are accepted without question. But a witch? Never. I’ve never even heard of such a match.

"If you reject me, I will be a rogue wolf. Don't you at least care about me? Do you really want the pack to banish me forever?” There were a lot of things accepted in our pack but a rogue wolf wasn't one. A rejection like mine, especially from the Alpha's son would be made public and I would be banished from the pack. That was the fate of every rejected wolf. That would be my fate if Brad pronounced his rejection completely.

“And yet you are still wolfless.” “She won’t come back until my mate marks me again,” I said. “Then have him mark you.” I straightened a little. “That was the plan. But now Father is making me marry Ambrose.” My mother’s face twisted. “Then have Ambrose mark you.” “Ambrose?” I blurted out. “Mother, you know what he—” “A wolfless princess has no claim to the throne,” my mother cut me off. “Without your wolf, you are weak and dispensable. You must do whatever it takes to get your wolf to return. Before your father hands the inheritance over to that affair child of his.”

Langley, or Vivian, as she asked me to call her, explained Lamia didn’t run with the pack because they were trying to keep her wolf hidden. No wonder she kicked my ass 3 years ago. I chuckled to myself; my second chance mate was a fucking dire wolf with royal Lycan blood. “Why did the prince reject her?” I had to know the reason; he was a fool for rejecting this little sex kitten. “Because he wasn’t her mate,” She stated. Huh? “What the fuck do you mean they weren’t mates? Then why the fuck did he reject her? Not that I’m complaining.”

And the current situation is clearly not conducive to that conversation. "Honestly, I don't even know what you're worried about. Our mate rejected us because she fell in love and was brainwashed by that wild wolf. But does that mean everyone will suffer the same fate? What would you do if the truth were different? What if there’s actually a reason she did it? You like her for her character, right? Do you think slhe’s the type to do what you’re thinking?” my wolf exclaimed, and I paused, staring at him in disbelief.

When I spoke out, a wave of irritation and disgust washed over me. “I accept your rejection.” I said without battling an eye and surprise was visible on their faces. His face scrunched up into a frown. Then regret followed by remorse. "I, Rowena Lindsay, accept your rejection." I didn't want to show my pain as I feel the connection between our wolves fading. When it was finally over, I forced a smile. I was now an ordinary wolf. The moon goddess is once again using my life to play a twisted game, making me an object of ridicule. Nothing makes sense at all. Finding out I was pregnant when it's too late to save my relationship? Absolutely ridiculous.

"I get it, you hate me. I’m accepting the rejection and going, but—" The sentence was cut short. Morrigan stepped out from the line of elders, the rhythmic thump of her cane sounding like a gavel. "But what?" Morrigan asked, her eyes as cold as river stones. "Were you planning to finish the job, weakening our Alpha's wolf for your own petty gain?" The urge to lunge at her, feeling my fingers close around that withered throat, was an almost physical pull. But I knew the cost, knowing they would strip my wolf for that and leave me a shell.

The seven pack elders stood in a semi circle and stared down at me with disgust. "I have decided that since this lady here is a wolf defect, she is wolfless and so is she useless. So we have to get rid of the filth for the image of this pack before the end of the mating ceremony which is tomorrow." Alpha Joshua announced. So we were still in the mating week, it usually last five days so which means I've been locked up for four days. "I say we banish her" a voice spoke. "Why banish her, let's kill her and save other packs the stress of meeting such a waste like her."

Or she could be the princess herself. But no. The red wolves don’t have alphas, but they uphold a regency leadership. Kings and Queens. If she’s the princess, she wouldn’t be allowed to leave their pack without knights or warriors. “That’s right. It’s not fair. For both me and the red wolf princess to submit to this archaic practice of arranged marriage.” I’m fighting the urge to fist her hair and devour her mouth until she begs me to take her, right here, on this rock table.