Rejected And Unwanted?no,call Her Princess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Hey,” I called out, “Calm down. She’s not worth the energy,” Marie was already shaking her head before I could complete my sentence. “Don’t do that. Don’t calm down for any of them. You are not just a princess but a princess of this kingdom. You are to be respected. If you give them the opportunity, they’ll walk all over you,”

His posture, always so carefully controlled, faltered for just a heartbeat before he forced it back into place. I felt no triumph in it. I had thought, somewhere in the months since the rejection, that I might. Instead, I felt only the quiet, unremarkable truth of it: he had judged me by what he could see, and what he could see had never been the whole of me. That was his failure to carry, not mine to savor. My father's voice rose as we reached the front of the hall, carrying easily without needing to be raised. "Many of you have spent this past year among a young woman you knew by another name," he said. "I present my daughter. Princess Ariana Mooncrest."

Her eyes finally fell on someone you could call a perfect beauty. A lady. She is fuming out fire. "Hey!!! Who the fuck are you? I heard prince Reagan came back with you last night. I understand he is a prince and he is very handsome but must you always throw your dirty disgusting self at him. As a lady shouldn't you have some sort of dignity? Well, he is mine! I don't want to hear any excuse from you, I'm here to show you this" the lady hissed showing Pink her fingers which has a ring to it.

I wanted to meet up with her friends after meeting Paris. I called her. She answered, 'I didn't say call me.. I said tell me when you're done with Paris.' "wanted to hear your voice.. And maybe tell you that I have something to do after Paris..." 'what princess...?' she said and then suddenly said, 'uh dude no. You can't put that there because it will fall and if it does you will owe me a quarter of a million, I'm sure your boss wont throw that at me.. Yes... Thank you that was nicely placed...' then she sighed, 'fuck.. Princess.. You were saying what are you doing after this?'

No! No! No! I covered my face with my hands. But the kid, being a… kid, didn't let me off the hook. "Have you never felt that before, Princess?" "Of course, not!" I cried angrily and turned to her dad. "For Mikla's sake, please, make her stop. This is torture!" But that damned mad was too busy laughing at my burning red face. "So, are you attracted to uncle Theo, Princess?" "YES! YES, I AM," I yelled, angry at the fact that I couldn't do shit against a five-year-old's magic. "He's my type, is that what you want to know?"

I said. “We need to talk.” she said, looking dead into my eyes. “We will. But before that, tell me why were you crying?” “I thought you misunderstood the dance…” “Princess, I know how these functions work and I also know how indecent it is to decline a prince of such a big pack when he asks you for a dance. I am sure he asked for the dance, right?” She nodded. “Yes.” “You wanted to decline it, but couldn’t, right?”

I added. "Yes my princess, I'm yours" ****

Like she was the true Crown Princess. The thought alone made me sick. Every time I looked at her, it felt like a slap in the face. How could Lucas, of all people, choose her? She’s a rejected mate—cast aside by her true mate. Someone that weak, that unwanted, had no place in the royal pack, let alone beside Lucas, the Crown Prince. It was beneath him. It was beneath me.

My heart sped off without preamble. "Who do you think the queen would call? You know she has an impeccable taste, and whoever she choses would be as fierce as her. I really wish I was from a royal family, so I could at least stand a chance. Oh, how lucky the girl she would select would be," she whined. I turned away as I made a slightly non-committal sound. I didn’t need this gossip. My fingers thawed at me flesh as I embraced the pain. "Princess Joanna Wisp from the Stardust Pack," The queen called. A young woman who was thinly built with the height of runaway model stepped forward, a smile pasted on her face. Her gold dress sparkled like the light, and I felt completely at a loss.

So I knew she was bluffing. “Accept the rejection,” I mumbled softly. “No!” She tried to say more, but her nose began to bleed, and her mother shrieked. When Felicity realized this, she began sobbing louder. I bit my bottom lip. I was losing my stance, terrified it might affect her baby but before I could stop everything, Felicity began speaking. “I, Princess Felicity Valiana of Absalom, accept your rejection, Alpha Draco Harrison.” It was all she was able to say when a loud shriek ripped past her throat and she slumped to the ground. I knew the one accepting the rejection would bear most of the pain but Adessa said it shouldn’t be too much. But I could tell it still hurt her.