The Rejected Healer Novels & Stories

I slowly added like a sadist, “That's an order, not a request.” The King has returned as a tyrant. Let it be known by all. But first, I made a healer kill someone even though it was against her natural abilities. Rahela became the first Healer to be a Killer.

“They kill everyone.” “Theywouldhave killed everyone if Eric and Luke didn’t do something about it. I don’t know how they did it, but the two found a way to get everyone here alive after Eric accidentally found that reptile lair. But they had some weapons that mess with the healing process, and Luke took the brunt of it.” An ache settled in her heart as she imagined the scenario, but the relief was still greater. She looked at Rosalia. “You are amazing.” “I am?” Maya nodded. “Planter, healer, harvester. A mother.”

Derick said. "I don't know if I can continue working with you, Derick," I said, wiping my tears away. "I shouldn't have trusted the person that first treated me like a trash!" "Don't say that Sophia, we're team!" "We aren't! Because a rejected wolf, don't have place among the other werewolves, not to talk of working for an Alpha of a pack!" I said, frowning my face. Derick looked at me with sad eyes and said, "I understand. I'll leave you alone now. Take care of yourself."

"I Serenity Martins accept your rejection as your mate and future Luna of The Midnight Moon pack." She saw shock crossing his features. He was not expecting her to accept his rejection but he quickly masks it up and his eyes harden once again. The next thing she knows she was standing alone by herself. The pain hits hard at that moment and she slid down the wall as a rogue tear falls.

They usually became a shallow, skeletal image of themselves and some times, they ended it all by drowning in the pool of despair. They didn't call me the Rejected Alpha for nothing. I trapped your soul, your very essence and turned you into a shell of yourself. Now, i was usually left alone because none of the other people wanted to associate with me for fear of incurring my anger. I liked to be left alone because it afforded me the opportunity to think and plan towards catching my next prey which happened to be the man called Alpha Jed.

The pain was physical, mental, spiritual—a tearing away of something fundamental to her very being. Through tears she refused to shed, Emma watched him turn and walk away without a backward glance. Whispers rippled through the gathered pack members—how the Alpha had rejected a simple healer, how she should have known better than to think she was worthy. The words stung like salt in an open wound, but Emma refused to let them see her break.

“I don’t think so. I know I can.” A tense silence stretched between them. Then, the healer sighed. “I won’t do it.” Izzy’s jaw tensed. “Excuse me?” The healer shrugged. “I gave you what I could. If you want more, find someone else.” Izzy inhaled deeply, forcing herself to stay calm. “You don’t understand what’s at stake.” “Oh, I do.” The healer’s eyes gleamed. “I understand better than you think.” She walked toward her shelves, tracing a finger over the bottles. “I know you’re not from this pack.”

His scent clings to the fabric, and gods, it makes my chest ache. Why did he let me stay? Why am I still here? I curl in on myself, teeth clenched. The Choosing. The rejection. The way the council looked at me tonight like I was some shattered weapon they didn’t ask for but now have to use. And Damon… he hadn’t defended me. Not really. Not until the end. Not until Kael... “Royal reject,” I mutter under my breath, bitter as ash. “Like I asked for any of this.”

healer. I healed others. I have a talent that they wanted control of. The Alpha Council. They kidnapped me. My friends protected me. They died. All of them. I was the only one who escaped." Sama Arthur moved closer, her eyes on the wound. It was a torn cut, clearly the work of some sort of magical attack, but it wasn't closing. "The wound. it won't close. You're a healer, and you can't heal yourself?" "A curse," the man gasped, air tight in his throat. "I'm cursed. A price of my gift. A terrible price. The more I heal, the more life leaves me. The more lives I save, the more I lose." He looked at her, his silver eyes pleading. "And. and I don't smell. They told me I was a null. My own kind,

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?