The Rejected Healer Novels & Stories

The sharp sting of pain in his knuckles did little to break through the fog of emotions roiling inside him. The rising sun cast a golden hue over the mountains, bathing the room in a soft light. Cade stared at it, the brilliance momentarily blinding him. A single tear traced a hot path down his cheek, a silent testament to the depth of his pain. He knew, with a horrifying certainty, that this was just the beginning. The rejection was a wound, and it would fester, a constant reminder of the mate he'd pushed away. The question was, could he learn to live with the pain, or would it consume him?

Especially in the picture of a small bubble which was visible on the ultrasound. Marcus suddenly realizes how he talked to her. The moment she stood right in front of him, demanding an explanation or acceptance. He wasn’t even sure what exactly she wanted the day she arrived. He rejected her. Once he humiliated her, made her feel small and unimportant, he only rejected her. Normally, he wouldn’t submit to anyone’s demands, yet that day he gave her what she wanted. He regrets it now. It would be harder to manipulate her, since there wouldn’t be any string pulling her towards him. But if this child is truly his, he needs her here. Ariana must remain in the castle, so he can protect his child.

The agony of rejection echoes through my being, intensified by the devastating loss of my entire pack while I remained hidden and helpless. ‘Hello Savage, I am your wolf Cleo. I am sorry, but I can't heal us anymore than I have already. We are too weak from our mates' rejection on top of our pack bonds being shattered one by one.’ Cleo whimpers as she fades back. ‘Cleo, I understand, and thank you for being here. I wish we could be with mom and dad instead of being in this world without them.’ I reply just as my face is slowly turned towards Uncle Apollo.

So I let him pull me along till we burst into the Alpha’s inner chambers. My focus immediately zeroed in on the scene at the center of it all. The old healer was bent over the Alpha’s bed, his hands glowing faintly as he worked his magic. But something about the way he was moving ,caught my attention. Ash released my hand and rushed to his father’s side. ”What’s happening? Why isn’t he responding?” The healer shook his head with a grim expression. “I have tried everything, Alpha Asher. His body is rejecting the healing magic. I don’t know what else to do.”

I begged the healer to keep the information between us and she promised she would. Now as I looked for Nate my heart raced with the excitement I was experiencing. I had to tell him first. Suddenly I felt an unbearable pain in my chest that knocked the air out of my lungs. I gasped as the pain intensified and everything around me faded and all that was left was the pain.

Devastated beyond words I lowered my eyes to my shaking hands and clenched my teeth. “Why didn't you tell me this or her,” I questioned bitterly. “We were instructed not to interfere although your mom did somewhat by taking you from me and refusing to be my Luna,” he huffed. “She thought that she would be made the Warrior Goddess, eh?” I said while rolling my eyes. Hearing his chest rattling with each exhale of his breath I pinched my lips together as I gazed at him. “Heal yourself, Dad,” I pleaded. “I'm done in this world, child. I know that it's time for me to go on to my next life,” he said through a wheeze.

Humiliation crawled through me again. “You don’t know anything about my pack!” “I know enough.” His voice dropped lower. “They rejected you.” Pain slammed into my chest again and I hated that word now. “Rejected.” I then gritted my teeth hard. “That child is not yours.” Silence fell and the guards lowered their heads immediately like they should not even hear this conversation. The healer had already left earlier after treating my wounds, but the damage was done. Now the Lycan guards knew too, the castle would know soon enough. A rejected pregnant wolf.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

And in this harsh werewolf world, that was rare. My throat tightened. My child would never have a stable life. No. I couldn't let that happen. “Maybe… I am not the Healer,” I said. “If two Healers cannot exist at the same time, then I must be the imposter, just as the priestess claimed. The other woman with the same mark must be the true Healer.” “No.” The Guardian’s voice turned sharp. “I can smell your blood, child. You are the true Healer. The other woman is the fraud. She must have forged the mark through forbidden means.”

"I didn't use anything, Jax. I just did what was necessary." "Necessary?" Jax scoffed, his voice rising, trying to regain his usual bullying swagger. "Don't pretend you’re some kind of hero. You’re the lowest-ranked student in the academy. You couldn't cast a decent combustion spell to save your life! Now you’re suddenly a master healer? Don't make me laugh!" "I saw him, Jax," Renn interjected, stepping between Bima and Jax. "He didn’t use anything. Just his hands. The light was… I’ve never seen mana flow like that."