253 Book(s) Related to REJECTED

I spent three years chasing Caden Hartwell.

He's the future Alpha. I'm just the daughter of fallen warriors. He said I was too rough, not elegant enough, could never be Luna. For three years, I changed everything to be worthy of him—wore dresses, learned makeup, cut back on training. But our relationship stayed a secret.

Until that night when I walked into his family's study and saw him with another woman pressed against the desk, his mouth on hers.

I thought my world had ended.

But then his twin brother Cole found me crying at the training grounds. The man who'd been silently protecting me all along. The one who never asked me to change. The one who said, "Your strength makes you perfect."

One night later, everything changed.

Then came our wolf awakening. When the soul-bond pulled at me, I felt it.

The twins. Both my fated mates.

Now Caden stands before me, saying it's the Moon Goddess's will, saying he'll change, saying Autumn doesn't matter anymore. And Cole holds my hand, fear in his eyes, but he says he'll respect whatever I choose.

The mate bond is destiny's gift.

But I have the right to choose my own happiness.

"I, Skye Brennan, reject you..."

I am Queen Seraphina of the Moonlight Empire. Ten years ago, I conquered the strongest Alpha, Lysander, on the battlefield but was captivated by his pride. Despite knowing his heart belonged to another, I forced a mate bond upon him.

I gained his body but never his heart.

For ten years, he channeled pure hatred through our bond—a slow poison that tormented me daily. Supreme queen though I was, I spent every night alone, watching him mourn his dead love, Delphine.

Worst of all, he made me bleed my royal bloodline every full moon to preserve her corpse. As I endured the agony, he would coldly say: "This is what you owe her."

On the empire's final night, when debris fell toward me, he shielded me with his body. Dying in my arms, he whispered: "If only I had never met you..."

Now I've been reborn three years in the past. This time, I'll trade my destruction for his freedom.

"Not pregnant again?"
Those three words have become more familiar than "I love you" in my marriage. For two years, I've dreaded the monthly ritual—the single line on the test, Damon's disappointed sigh, his mechanical "We'll try again."
Until yesterday.
"Congratulations, you're four weeks along," the doctor beamed, sliding the report across her desk.
I gripped that paper like a lifeline, tears streaming down my face as I touched my still-flat belly. Finally, he'll look at me the way he used to.
But some victories come with a price I never saw coming...