The Rejected Healer Novels & Stories

However, my reaction to the job he offered made him question himself. “Why aren't you celebrating? I know a lot of people who would be dying to be given the opportunity that you have. A lot of them would be dying to be the Alpha's healer” He lifted his lip in scorn, shaking his head as if he didn't understand why I still hadn't gotten on my feet and started to celebrate yet. “Well then, Alpha, I think you are going to have to go to those people. I don't think I can do that” I kindly rejected the offer to be his healer. I don't think it was an offer in the first place though.

She pulls the blanket down slightly, and I see claw marks stretch across his abdomen. The skin around them is blackening and rotting. My pulse spikes. What the fuck. “What treated this?” I ask sharply. I don’t seem to understand anything again. “A healer, with antibiotics,” she answers shakily. It should have worked easily. Instead, his body is rejecting healing itself. I step closer carefully and get to work. His heartbeat is too fast, and his blood pressure is dropping. Then he suddenly grabs my wrist. His wolf flashes briefly behind his eyes.

“There’s a bloodline in you that’s hidden, maybe dormant. Whatever Ryker’s done, he’s disrupted that. And it’s fighting back.” Jenna stared at the cracked rune. “What happens if it wins?” “You die,” the healer said bluntly. “And so do the children.” The words hit like thunder. “But if it loses,” the healer continued, softer now, “I don’t know who survives.” “I thought it was dehydration. Starvation, even. But what’s happening inside you, it’s not just physical. Your bloodline is rejecting him. Possibly even cursed.” Jenna’s throat went dry. “Cursed?”

she whispered. I nodded weakly. “Not anymore.” She brought me to their healer, an older woman named Mira. Her hands were gentle but firm as she cleaned the wounds I didn’t even realize I had—scratches from branches, bruises from my fall. “You’ve been rejected,” Mira said simply, not unkindly. “I can smell it.” I didn’t answer. She poured a dark liquid into a cup and handed it to me. “Drink. It will dull the pain. Not the kind in your heart, but it’s a start.”

He rubbed his left forearm-the one I had healed. A chilling sense of dread, cold and sharp, pierced through my satisfaction. Mora’s voice whispered beside me. “The Wolfsbane was purged, but residue remains. Your healing, Elara, was so swift and powerful that it sealed the last trace of the poison inside him, locking it deep within his bones and blood. It cannot be healed again, and it is slowly weakening him.” The revelation hit me like a physical blow. I hadn’t just survived the rejection; I had cursed him. My attempt to save him had turned into an ultimate act of revenge. Kael’s downfall was already beginning, courtesy of my own terrified instinct.

Fair. But I was right. For once. Okay, maybe not for once. But definitely this time. The healer cleared her throat very carefully. "As much as I enjoy watching this discussion..." Dad snorted. Mom glared at him.He immediately stopped. Mostly. "The connection is unstable," the healer continued. My hope immediately deflated. Of course it was. Nothing could ever be easy. Nothing was too good to be true.. Why would it be? Of course the world wants me to either suffer or hard a hard time doing it.

Kyrian stood straight, shoulders squared, expression carved from ice. The healer bowed once, shallow and formal, and stepped forward. In her hand was a long glass syringe filled with a viscous liquid that shimmered faintly under the torchlight. It was not a color Kyrian could name. Not quite silver. Not quite clear. It moved slowly, as if resisting itself. Kyrian felt his stomach tighten, but he did not step back. “This is the compound,” the healer said quietly. “It will not sever the bond immediately. It will weaken it in stages. If rejection is required later, the risk will be reduced.”

I was the one with the ultimate power who could put an end to everything, but I kept mum instead. I was dragged out of my thoughts by the doorbell ringing. The healer was here. I saw that the guard was trying to keep her from knocking. “I sent for her,” I told him, making way for the healer. I turned to the healer as I shut the door, “She suddenly fell as we—” She interrupted me by rushing over to Daphne. “She’s in a bond-induced pain. Did you try to reject her?” “What? No. She’s the one who wants to do the rejection.” I answered.

in, along with Erica's mother. The healer hurried to the bedside.Her eyes widening as she took in Erica's condition. What happened? The healer demanded. Dropping to her knees beside the bed, she stabbed herself.Max stammered his voice thick with fear. The healer's hands glowed with a soft, golden light as she hovered them over Erica's neck, murmuring an incantation.Max held his breath, hoping to see the bleeding slow or stop altogether. But nothing changed. The bleeding continued staining the sheets beneath her.The healer frowned, her hands trembling as the light flickered and faded. What's wrong?Chris asked his face, stricken with terror. I don't understand. The healer whispered. Sweat bea

It’s as though my entire life, especially my professional one, has suddenly turned into a mess. I’m Luca Bright. Thirty years old. Still unmarried. No girlfriend, no children, just me and this unpredictable life. A few months ago, I broke up with the woman I thought I’d spend forever with. Turns out, she was cheating on me, with my best friend, of all people. The betrayal hit hard, but instead of letting it break me completely, I chose to let go and focus on rebuilding my life. Time isn’t exactly on my side anymore, so I’ve been doing everything I can to make each day count.