The Rejected Healer Novels & Stories

He dropped my hands and spoke again, his voice sharp enough to cut through the crack that was already forming in my heart. “I reject you, Estelle. I will not take you as my mate. I cannot accept someone without a wolf as my Luna.” The room spun. I felt every eye on me, burning with pity, shock, and judgment. My chest tightened, and I struggled to breathe. My wolfless state; a wound I had carried since my coming-of-age ceremony, was being used against me here, in front of everyone. Something I’d never thought he would do to me. Why did he act like he cared then?

A part was frozen with shock while another part was present and acting without rationality, and a huge part of motor senses went to the part that was frozen. “…taking the poison out is very risky. There are a lot of conditions that might make it fail. If she doesn’t want you, if her wolf is rejecting you, and if you were responsible for the injury, the solution will not work…” the first healer listed out and my eyes followed the movements of his fingers as he explained. If there was anything I got from that, then it was the fact that this method was going to work. I didn’t harm her. Her wolf wouldn’t reject me because this was the very room where I had claimed her, and it had accepted.

I swallowed hard, coming in terms with the decision I was about to take. "I, Adella Gomez, accept your rejection" I said, the pains of rejection searing through my heart. Would he regret it? Would he also feel the pain of the rejection? The feeling of being broken, distraught and forlorn. I hope he will change his mind… I hope he will come back. Unfortunately, his next words shattered my world. "I am glad you know your position. Do you think I would accept a weak human like you as my mate? I, the future Alpha of this great pack paired with a weakling!" He scoffed.

He sat flanked by two record keepers and a warrior in ceremonial armor, arms crossed as Damien, Evelyn, and Kendall stood across from him. “So,” Thane began, voice deep and precise. “You activated the runes of the mountain. Without council approval. Without sacred rites.” Evelyn stood tall. “The sacred rites would’ve taken weeks. We didn’t have that time. Virelith would have destroyed everything.” “You expect us to believe you acted out of necessity? Not ambition?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. “You—who were rejected by your mate, cast from your position, and returned now with newfound power?”

Azerbel’s POV The moment the healer said the word poison, something cold spread through my chest. Not fear. Something worse. Because deep down… I already knew. The healer standing in front of me was the same woman who treated me after the rejection. Back then, I thought surviving that pain was the worst thing that could happen to me. I was wrong. “Yes,” the healer said carefully, her brows tightening. “There is a trace of poison in your system, but not much.”

“What does it do?” “It weakens the body.” The room fell completely silent. “It will not kill him.” I folded my arms across my chest. “It will simply slow his recovery.” The healer did not touch the bottle. “I refuse.” His answer came so quickly that it almost amused me. “I have not finished speaking.” “I do not need you to.” His eyes remained fixed on mine. “I became a healer to save lives, not destroy them.” A small smile appeared on my face. “You are making this sound far worse than it is.”

Not before I get my revenge for what was taken from me. My wolf growled at the thought because he hated the word revenge. I did not care. She did not get to slip away before I got answers. She did not get to leave before I rebuilt and destroyed her faith in every single thing the goddess forced on me. The healer finally shoved his way to us. Old. Thin. Smelling like herbs and bad decisions. He dropped his medical bag on the floor and knelt beside us like the world depended on his shaky hands, which it honestly did.

They muttered incantations that made the air vibrate. "Stop," Emily whispered. "We must cleanse the aura," the eldest healer insisted, not looking at her. "The rejection is deep. The spirit is fighting the flesh." "I said STOP!" Emily screamed. She swiped her arm out, knocking the tray of crystals to the floor. They scattered with a clatter that sounded like gunshots in the quiet room. The healers recoiled, looking at her with the same mix of pity and disgust she had seen in the Great Hall. The Human Luna. The broken thing.

The warmth of the room felt mocking against the frost radiating from my soul. "Reject me. Tear the tether. I’m standing here, waiting for the blow. I wouldn’t be begging if the Moon Goddess hadn't been so cruel as to hand the power of rejection solely to the Alpha. I am trapped in this link, and I need you to sever it so I can finally breathe. So I can live."

If she wanted a severance, she would have it. ​“I, Aleric Donovan McQuaid,” I rasped through teeth so tight I thought they might shatter, refusing to look into her deceitful eyes, “Alpha of the Howling Moon Pack… accept your rejection.” ​The backlash was immediate—a white-hot blade carving straight through my chest. But I swallowed the agony, refusing to let her see me crack. ​“You are hereby banished from this territory,” I said, turning my back to her so she couldn't witness the damage.