The Rejected Healer Novels & Stories

I looked him straight in the eyes. “I advise you not to tell anyone. I am not interested in being the Luna of this pack. After the war, I am returning to the Vampire Realm.” He released a heavy breath, as if he had been holding it in for a long time. “Erin, I know what I did was wrong,” he said. “I rejected you because you were weak. That was cruel, and I will never deny it. But even then, I longed for you the way any mate would.”

It simply continues to be what it is and lets the noise find its own level. He stops. "I was never bonded," I say. "The ceremony was initiated and then rejected before completion. There is no bond, former or otherwise. What there is — is a rejection. Performed publicly, by the Alpha, in front of witnesses." I look at him. "I believe you were there." "The council—"

“Stay with me.” Her pulse was weaker this time, her skin colder. The healer rushed in, his face grim. “Another failed shift. She’s slipping faster.” My chest constricted. “Tell me what to do.” The healer shook his head. “Without the cure or the compound, her body will continue to reject the changes. Each collapse brings her closer to the end.” I thought of the vial waiting in my office. My mind raced. Was it salvation? Or poison? Lucian’s words echoed again, smooth and venomous: Release her to me.

"That doesn't make sense, they were going to kill me, they had orders. Someone told them to—" "To hurt you?" The healer's brow furrowed. "Do you know who?" I opened my mouth and closed it, the words wouldn't come. I didn't know who, that was the worst part, I didn't know who wanted me dead and why. My husband had rejected me, my best friend had betrayed me, and someone had paid rogues to make sure I never left Hollowwood alive. "I don't know," I whispered. The healer studied me for a moment. Then she nodded slowly. "We can discuss that later. Right now, you need to focus on healing, your body has been through a lot."

His brows were drawn tight not in concentration alone, but dread. Something was very, very wrong. After a long, tense moment, the healer hissed under his breath. “Fuck.” Alaric’s head snapped up. “What?” The healer’s eyes snapped open, glowing briefly as he yanked his hands back like he’d been burned. He reached under the mattress, fingers trembling, and pulled out a charm dark, cracked, pulsing weakly like a dying heart. The room seemed to exhale. “That,” the healer said flatly, “is your fucking problem.”

She had already been through so much; our mate rejected us, then the rebirth, and now I was keeping us from our mate this time around… Maybe I should pursue a future as a healer. It was in our nature, and I was clearly good at it. Even if it felt risky to do anything that might draw attention to myself, the thought of refusing the healer’s offer felt… wrong. Like denying a part of myself. Still, it was too risky to make a decision without thinking of every possibility first. I decided to postpone my choice until I was completely certain that it would be safe to pursue something like this.

Rejection did that to a wolf. He wasn’t an alpha. He had never held rank or authority over me. But when he stood in front of the pack and rejected the bond, no one stopped him. No one corrected him. The Alpha had watched in silence, and that silence had been louder than any declaration. After that, my world shrank. I moved back into my mother’s home. Lost my standing. Lost the certainty that had once come with belonging. A rejected mate was expected to endure quietly, to heal privately, to accept what had been taken and move on. I had tried. Gods knew I had tried. The healer, Mara, entered the room without ceremony, a tablet tucked beneath her arm. She had delivered most of the pack and stit

BLURB Elara has spent eighteen years at the bottom of her pack. She is an orphaned Omega with no wolf, and she scrubs the floors of people who step on her hands. On her eighteenth birthday the Moon Goddess gives her a mate: Callum, the Alpha's son and the only person who has ever been kind to her. Within minutes he rejects her in front of the whole pack and claims the Beta's daughter instead. Heartbroken, Elara runs into the night and collides with a brooding stranger who tells her to take her crying somewhere else. They trade insults. Neither can ignore the heat between them. Then an elderly man sees her face and calls her by a name she has never heard: Elara Vale. She is the stolen dau

I had just returned from the royal capital when my mother told me she had arranged a marriage for me. My fiance was the newly appointed Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. He was handsome, exceptionally gifted, and had a spotless romantic history. He had never been in a relationship. As soon as the news reached the royal capital, the Alpha King immediately approved a mansion for our wedding, declaring it a gift to me in celebration of my upcoming marriage. My fiance said they would take care of decorating the mansion for me. All that remained was for me to move in. The night before our mating ceremony, I returned to the mansion unexpectedly to retrieve a potion. The moment I opened the door, I was

she tries again hesitantly. "Warrior, I summon you to observe the lines of authority. My contact title is Secretary. Can you abide by that!" I demand authoritatively. She flinches and takes a step back. Her face turns red. "I'm sorry, Secretary," she stammers, tears appearing in her eyes. I sigh, this is the moment when I have to break it off with her. I walk toward her until our chests are close. With two fingers, I lift her head. "I, Eric Blakely, Secretary of the Royal King of Werewolves, reject you, Clair, warrior of the former Storm Forest pack as my mate. From today on, we have only a working relationship". She cringes instantly, her face a twisted mask as she clutches her breast. To e