The Rejected Healer Novels & Stories

accurate. But this healer, like so many others, was afraid of what was different and thus condemned it. Ignorance translated into fear, which quickly became persecution. The Hawk leveled a steely glare on the old man and growled, "Any-thing that might heal my wife would be good for her. I don't care if it's mummified toad brains. Or mummified healer brains for that matter." The healer shut his mouth and signed a quick cross. The Hawk rubbed his eyes and sighed. The Rom were as good a chance as any. He quickly bade a guard at the door to dispatch a messenger to the camp

"How long before someone realizes the Lycan King is too weak to hold court? How long before your enemies figure out you're vulnerable?" Nolan's jaw tightened. "Get. Out." "Make me." The healer cleared his throat. "Your Majesty, she has a point. You can't sustain this much longer. The suppressants aren't working. Your body is rejecting them completely now that a cure exists." "Then find another suppression method." "There isn't one." The healer set his bag down. "Your body knows the cure is available. It's refusing anything else." "That's not possible." "It's exactly what's happening." The healer pulled out various instruments. "The moment we found a permanent solution, your system rejected t

"No. But here you are anyway. Bleeding on a cot and already one step in the grave. No different from a dog that bit more than it could chew." She leered at me and pulled the healer away from the bed where I was, stopping the healing process. "There's no need to waste the powers of a useful healer like this since you'll be dead by the end of the next trial anyway." Each word landed somewhere in my body that I couldn't reach with my hands. She turned away, pushing the healer outside. The healer was unable to resist. I gnashed my teeth. "Alpha Kael won't approve of this!" She paused at the door.

For a moment, I didn't understand the words, they were just reaching my ears, but my mind refused to accept them. A child? How? No, you are joking right? Tell me it's a prank, because that wasn't possible. I laughed a broken sound. "That's impossible isn't it?" No one answered. I looked at Kael, then at Lady Miriam and then back at the healer. "No, please say something." My voice became quieter. "The bond was rejected." The healer lowered his eyes. "Yes." "Then how?" No one saw something to say, again. And that silence gave me the answer before anyone could. My hand slowly moved to my stomach.

“That’s whatt the elder said. Healers aren’t just fixers. They’re anchors. Without you here the balance broke.” The guilt twisted in my stomach again but I pushed it down. I couldn’t let myself feel guilty for leaving. They had rejected me. They had thrown me away. I had every right to walk away from them. “Well I’m here now And I’m going to fix their kingdom. But then I’m leaving again and nothing they say or do will stop me.” Sarah reached over and squeezed my hand. “I don’t blame you. What they did to you was cruel. You deserve so much better than how they treated you.”

Three weeks after they leave, the healer comes to me. "We need to talk," she says. Face grim. "About?" "The rejected mates. Kieran and Caius." She sits. Hands folded. "I've been monitoring them from a distance. Tracking their vital signs through magic. They're not doing well." My stomach drops. "What do you mean not well?" "Broken mate bonds are fatal if not properly managed. The rejected mates need distance. Time. Healing. But even with all that, some don't survive."

A second healer stepped forward, voice quieter. “Her energy is… unstable.” I didn’t like the sound of that. “Unstable how?” “Like something was there…” he said, searching for the right words. “And now it’s not.” The realization hit before they said it. But I needed to hear it anyway. “Say it.” The room fell quiet. “Her mate bond was severed.” My jaw tightened. “She rejected him,” I said. “Yes.” “So it shouldn’t—” “It doesn’t matter,” the healer interrupted gently.

I knew where this was going. "But you found one," the healer continued, her eyes narrowing. "And he rejected you." The words felt like a physical blow. I closed my eyes, and for a second, I could see Arlo’s face, the coldness in his amber eyes, the sneer of disgust when he told me I was nothing more than a mistake of blood and status. The memory sent a sharp, stabbing pain through my chest, a literal ache that mirrored the emotional devastation.

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S

Before I can say anything, he cuts me off with something that is rarely heard of in the werewolf world. "I Terry Moore reject you, Sophia Moretti, as my mate and future Luna," he says each word piercing my heart. And with that, he walks off joining back to the party. I felt the connection to my wolf disappears as she whimpers at the fact our mate rejected us. I couldn't handle the pain I was feeling in the pit of my stomach. I looked at the backyard and the front door. The pain was too much for me to handle. I couldn't bare to see him again so I took of out the door into the forest. When I could see the pack border, I mind link my family.