Rejected Princesses Novels & Stories

A hundred whips and my skin feels torn, but not my determination to love Max. I see mom, step into the dungeon, as she bends on her knees letting the straps on my arms lose. “A princess listens, they don't rebel”, she says. Her voice is laced with venom. “That beggar won't give you anything except pleasure, but to live a life like a queen you need to marry a king. You can keep him as your concubine, someone you can fuck, but not your life partner.”, her eyes are calm as she says this.

Alpha Morgan's smile faltered, and he looked at me with disappointment and anger. “But first, I, Princess Eliza of the Royal kingdom, do hereby reject you Alpha Quadruplets, Rylan, Rio, Enzo and Edward of Creek pack, as my fated mates.” The room fell silent as I spoke the words that had been building up inside me for so long. I felt a sense of liberation wash over me as I rejected the fate imposed upon me.

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.

It didn’t take a stroke of genius to know that she was talking about me. “Well, rest assured that the King and Callum won’t stand idly by, Princess,” Jessica chimed in, acrylics raking through her sleek ponytail. “After everything, they’ll revoke her first-place status and restore it to you. Where it rightfully belongs.” I leaned against the tree and crossed my arms. They wouldn’t revoke shit. It was Bianca who was the liar and the cheat, not me. Once I found proof, and especially once I got my wolf back, they’d all see who she really was.

"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?"

Her eyes widened like a deer in lights, and she stepped away from me just as the door opened. "Lucian.. I erm.." "Why are you here and not in your room, Petra?" "I came to say hello to your visitor, right?" She gave me a forced smile. "She said you were using me to ease your stress and would toss me out as soon as you're done," I repeated her words and she paled. "My King I –" His words were cut off as he grabbed her throat and lifted her off the ground, her legs kicking uselessly. "Her name is Cara Sophia Donovan, the long-lost Princess of this Kingdom and you will worship the ground she walks on!"

Claud could swear she waited for him to pull a treat from his pocket and reward her like the good bi*ch she was. - And that would be a lesson?- The girl smirked, looking at the witch. - Others will take his place if the rebels offer them reasonable compensation for the risk. - They would not dare. - Callista objected, but Lucius raised his hand, silencing her immediately. - Let my daughter speak. Claud stumbled on his knees. This girl was a long-lost Dragon Princess! Like everyone, he heard the rumors about the child that was kidnapped years ago. And like everyone, he thought she was dead, but now he was looking straight into her eyes.

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.

“I don’t have answers for the future, your majesty. I do know that this is important for the both of us. I guarantee it. And please, your majesty, he is not my husband anymore and I’m nothing like him.” “I’d say…..you’re rather impressive, Lady Adamantine. I wondered why they were hiding you so desperately. It turns out, it’s you. The precious flower of the capital, Natalia Adamantine. An honor to meet you, my lady.” Frma corner of the throne hall, Crown Prince Reagan appeared like a poltergeist. He looked mighty pleased with himself, even though the Queen looked mighty displeased with himself. To save the situation from conflict, she released a bit of her aura. It humbled them both almost i

She declares firmly, "No single elder in the Council of Alphas has the right to decide what happens to my marriage bed except my own wolf!" Liam lets out a loud, scornful laugh as he adjusts his leather coat. "I knew your wild spirit would resist the chains, but your rebellion is completely pointless this time, princess. This arranged mating has been fully ratified by the supreme head of the bloodline and every single board member of the Bloodclaw Dominion Group. Your flesh has absolutely no choice in the matter, whether your voice objects to the knot or not." With a mocking glance at her stiffening posture, Liam strides arrogantly away down the corridor.