Rejected And Unwanted Amarah Novels & Stories

“I rushed here to check on you. I am worried about you. Father just told me about the Alpha King. I never knew he was trying to choose another female wolf over you. For Christ’s sake, I hate that jerk. Why is he doing this to you? Why does he want to take your life after rejecting you? I’m happy his wolf never supports trash like him. He killed the female. I never felt sad for her because she knew he wasn’t her fated mate. Why accept someone who’s not your mate? Jane, are you okay? Are you sad?” I stand like a sculpture, staring at Amira. They are all written on her face—her worries. She cares so much about me. “I’m good, sweet.” I hug her. “My rejected mate is not worthy of being sad for. L

They celebrated her victories and provided comfort in times of sorrow. With her new pack, Amelia embarked on a mission to bring harmony and unity among the neighboring packs. She used her experiences and insights to bridge the gaps between werewolf communities, fostering understanding and cooperation. Amelia's journey wasn't without its challenges. She faced dangerous adversaries and encountered resistance from those who clung to old grudges. But her unwavering determination and the unwavering support of her pack carried her through. Through her efforts, Amelia became a beacon of hope and inspiration for werewolves everywhere. She proved that being rejected didn't define her, but rather, it

Zach stepped into Aramina’s room. Her scent calmed down his nerves. He had spent the last three days attending the annual council of alpha meeting and most of the things they said were pissing him off. Seems like everyone already knew that he had found his mate and they have all agreed that he has to reject her. Like hell, he will. As he looked at Aramina he knew that he couldn’t reject her. She is the innocence he had lost; her bright smile, her addictive excitement when she was happy, her confusion and anger were all things he wanted to protect. He will kill anyone who tried to pull them apart.

Amani replied. Sorrow filled Rebecca's eyes as she looked at Amani. "Let me get this straight. You survived a vicious wolf attack only to wake up and discover that your entire pack, along with your mother and father, had perished. Then, you were rejected by the person who was meant to protect and love you forever, and still had the audacity to act like you belonged to him. Yet, here you are, declining an award you worked so hard for because you believe you don't deserve anything good to happen to you?" “I have come to accept this curse that I call my life,” Amani said, her voice filled with resignation. “It is better for me to expect disappointment than to live with my head stuck in the clou

“Stop it, Jordan.” “Come on. You’re unmated. I’m unmated. We’re both lonely. If we’re still without a mate when we’re like forty, we should agree to mating.” “And then have to deal with that kind of rejection as well when your true mate suddenly makes an appearance? No, thanks.” “As well?” Jordan asked. “What other rejection have you had to deal with?” “Huh?” “You just said you’d have to deal with that kind of rejection as well. I’m just curious who else has rejected you? Or what have you been rejected for?”

“Don’t touch me.” “You and I… we’re not so different,” Amarah whispered. “Left. Betrayed. Deceived. Used.” “I. Am. Nothing. Like you,” Selene spat through clenched teeth. Amarah laughed softly. “Deny it all you want. But we’ve both been punished for loving the wrong man.” Her expression hardened. “Dark’s father banished me.” “You must have deserved it.” Amarah’s eyes narrowed. “My only crime was loving him,” she said bitterly. “I was with him before he ever met Dark’s mother. And yet he chose her. Do you know why?” Her voice dropped. “Because he saw blood on my hands.”

"You are very sweet and vibrant as a child, my love. Let me love you and bring back the warmth in your heart that you lost. Let me bring back my sweet girl, Amara" "Sweet? I am sweet?" Arah chuckles despite her tears. Her, being sweet is an absurdity. "Yes, you are, my love" her mother earnestly affirms. "But my name means bitter in Italian. Amara means bitter" she amusingly counters. "No, I'm not Italian. For me, Amara means immortal...deathless. Like how you should be. Don't let anyone kill your spirit. You're immortal and prove that to the world, especially to your father. Show him he hasn't succeeded in killing your soul as he did to me years ago" with the raging fire of fury reflecting

The issue is that if Abram finds out what I’ve done, would he be able to forgive me? Abram has a strong sense of right and wrong. I know in my heart that the disappointment that he would feel at finding out that I was the one who came up with the plan would be too much. He wouldn’t be able to get past it. His sense of fairness and loyalty would never allow him to look the other way. We were true mates, but I’m scared that he might actually reject me for what I’ve done. I wouldn’t be able to survive the rejection. I love him too much.

he replied, looking at me in anger "For the second time." In an instant, the bond that had once held them together was torn and ripped off by his rejection. This time it was real. I felt it. It wasn't like all the other rejections where he would mark me again. My wolf screamed in pain as I felt them cut off. "You’re weak," he continued, standing over her. "And weak wolves have no place in my pack." "Throw her into the dungeon," Alice said, her voice filled with malice. "Let her rot there."

But fate had been cruel to her. Derek had rejected her. He had cast her aside like she meant nothing. And our grandmother had approved. She had wanted Derek’s mate to be someone stronger—someone with the right bloodline, someone she could use to expand our family’s power. After the scandal, she’d stood by Derek’s rejection. Amara had been discarded. And she had never forgiven them. She wasn’t in this for me. She wasn’t here because of loyalty or shared ambition. She was here because she wanted to see Derek fall.