Rejected, Then Crowned Novels & Stories

The crown was unsafe because Vince didn't have a successor. "So... until you have a son?" I asked, my voice shaky. I still couldn't grasp reality. “Until then, brother.” He nodded and then hugged me. Vince led me to the altar, placing me next to Selene, the soon-to-be Reina. She had a peaceful smile on her beautiful face. She wanted this. Mother Cross lifted the medallion and turned to Caesar. “Denounce your title. Now!" Caesar spat on the floor, trying to get up, but the guards held him down.

First, Delia's perplexing silence, and now Kral disrupts the ceremony. "I wish to personally crown my queen," declared Prince Kral with an air of determination. Delia, her head bowed, trembled in response. Unperturbed by the scowls from William and the other elders, as well as the disapproving whispers rippling through the nobility below, Kral swiftly seized the crown from Elder William's grasp. Though the elders glared with anger, they dared not challenge the authority emanating from Prince Kral. "You have finished your work," he declared.

I snatch the bridal veil out of my handmaiden’s hands and place it atop my own head. “It’s time, ma’am.” The woman tells me meekly. I smile at her, drunk with the idea of how much power I’m about to have. “Let’s go get my crown!” As I walk down the aisle, I pass nobles and elders, all gazing at me with approval and admiration. They would kill to take my place; I can smell their envy. "Oh...the beautiful daughter of the Arbun family! She's elegant and noble." "How perfectly that wedding gown complements her..."

I grabbed his arm, turned, and slammed him to the ground. The crowd gasped. Kael groaned beneath me, stunned. I stood tall. I looked down at him. “You were made Alpha because we were mated. But now you’ve rejected me. That title doesn’t belong to you anymore.” Kael didn’t speak. He had nothing left. Not power. Not truth. Not the crown. I turned to the elders. “I don’t want to be crowned today,” I said. “Not yet. Not like this.” “I’ll earn it. I’ll fight for it. And when I wear that crown, it won’t be because of blood. It’ll be because I proved myself worthy.”

Dad. "I want to go home." I weakly pushed over the tears and my clogged throat and vocal cords, my voice and tone now resembling that of a child." Take me home." I sniffled. "I cannot, your Majesty. The king would have my head and I would be charged for treason, besides you're his mate. King Theodore needs you here by his side. You're our queen and luna, so I deeply apologise, but I cannot." She apologised, a hint of hurt lacing her voice as she painfully said those words. Unknowningly twisting the painfully lodged dagger in my heart, increasing the already unbearable pain in my chest, making me clutch at it to try and sooth the pain as the tears increasingly flowed down my cheeks, leaving w

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

“My brother is an idiot, he’s not just cheating on his wife.. he’s actually fucking Alice Morningstar.” Den’s eyes went wide. “The witch? Seriously?” “Seriously,” Victor confirmed with a predatory gleam in his eye. “And he has no idea that whore is the key to his downfall.... This is the weakness I’ve been waiting for. His rule is fragile and all it needs is one good push and the Alpha title will be mine.” They emerged into the afternoon light, heading towards a car parked ostentatiously in the driveway. The driver was standing stiffly outside it, looking anxious.

A quick wink from Jessie and a barely hidden smile from Riley were enough to remind me that, beneath the polished appearance, they were still the same girls I'd grown close to. Everyone present had nothing but praise for them. They spoke highly of their abilities and the promise they showed, and by the end of the ceremony, my mother personally fastened the ceremonial brooches onto them, officially appointing them as ladies-in-waiting to the Crown Princess. With the moonstone emblems pinned to their chests, my once small and lonely circle had finally grown. I had two more people I could call friends. But introducing me to the court and appointing my ladies-in-waiting weren't the only things m

Goddess help me, she believed when I didn’t. “Then crown him,” Marcus demanded, his grief blazing into iron. “Now. Let my Alpha’s last words stand.” The Twelve muttered among themselves, reluctant, bitter. But they moved. The crowning was condensed into something mechanical, stripped of ceremony, as if they wanted to be done with me before the ink dried on my father’s decree. I knelt, swore the oaths, and felt the old iron circlet lowered onto my head. The weight wasn’t heavy, but it pressed into my skull like fire.

the woman said. I froze in my tracks. "Could you say that again?" I asked the woman. She repeated exactly what she had told me. My heart started beating hard. It hadn't even taken as long as I had thought, or as much digging as I had prepared for. "So…the girl he loved was to be crowned luna, but he rejected her and crowned another lady Luna only" I emphasized the word, "three days after?" I asked, trying to keep up. The woman nodded. I nodded too.