Novel & Cerita 10 Ways To Get Rejected By The Tyrant

Focusing on keeping her at bay was probably the only thing keeping me upright. I looked at Tyler. "I'm not giving you another chance,” I said. My voice was steadier than I expected. Tyler's jaw set. "What does that even mean?” "I'm going to earn the right to reject you. And I’m not going to wait around to free myself from you.” Tyler’s eyes widened. Silence took over the clearing. Then someone in the crowd laughed. Others followed. A murmur moved through the gathering. Nobody believed me. How could they? An omega rejecting a fated mate required recognition from the lycan royal family and elevation to the rank of warrior. It had never been done. Our pack didn’t even have warriors.

I shook my head sadly, "It really is not. There's no substitute for love. We are better off apart because you can't see that and it's all I can see. Please, Tyler. For your sake. For my sake. Give me my rejection." "Rejection, rejection, rejection! You're trying my patience beyond what any man could stand!" "Let me go! That's all you have to do! Why can't you just let me go?" "Fine!" Tyler roared, grabbing me by my arms and shaking me hard enough to rattle my teeth, "I will give you the rejection you want! Tomorrow at noon! Be at the Goddess shrine or I swear you will regret it, Rachel." "I'll be there. I will!"

I drew back and closed my eyes, waiting for the impact that never came. When I opened my eyes, Tyrell held a thrashing Ayra in place. "If you do not control yourself, Ayra, there will be dire consequences." He threatens as though not feeling the pain of his own rejection as well, this just made me wonder if HE had felt the pain when he had rejected me. "You just rejected me, and you want me to control myself?" She cried out. "You did the exact same thing when you went to Zach. The only difference is I finally made it official," Tyrell said, his eyes devoid of emotion.

We’re learning. We can do better together. I almost admire it. Almost. I stand in a rented room staring at projection after projection, watching sentiment curves bend back toward compliance. Selene’s address created doubt. The Architect is turning it into fatigue. I send her the analysis. Her reply is short. Then we stop reacting. I smile grimly. Yes. That’s the mistake tyrants always make. They assume opposition will mirror them. I begin drafting something dangerous. Not propaganda. A virus. Conceptual.

“But he treated them like dogs. He denied the freedom to vote or even make decisions. All he has done is kill anyone who stands up to him. But he forgot something crucial, wolves don’t serve tyrants forever. They wait until the perfect opportunity to strike presents itself.” Deniro cleared his throat. “You're offering them a slice of the company?” “No,” I said. “I'm offering them freedom... disguised as a bribe. Freedom from a cruel tyrant, who doesn't care about anyone but himself.” Deniro responded, “and you think you could do better and be better for Garcia pack?” “Of course.” I replied feeling irritated by what Deniro just insinuated from his question and demeanor. “I already have everyt

I whispered. “They lied,” she said gently. “They feared you. Because even incomplete… you’re more powerful than any of their soldiers.” I stared at the chip. I felt it calling to something inside me. Not demanding, not forcing, just... offering. Like a puzzle piece, I'd been born missing. Tyra appeared at the edge of the trail, gun raised. “Step away from her!” Malek followed, scanning the Rejected. “We’re outnumbered.” The air thickened.

Tears streamed down my face, a torrent of conflicting emotions swirling within me. "I'm still me. The woman you love," I pleaded, my voice cracking under the weight of desperation. But Tyler's gaze held a mixture of fear and revulsion, his body trembling with disgust. "Are you kidding me right now? You're just... terrifying. Teeth, claws, and fur. I don't even know how to label you anymore," he uttered, his tone dripping with disdain. Each word struck me like a physical blow, the weight of his rejection becoming unbearable. The pain of unfulfilled desires erupted within me, spreading through my core like wildfire.

We were meant to be broken and tossed aside like rags. Alex’s smirk was cruel, expectant. He wanted me to break. To crumble to the ground. To beg. But I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms. The pain grounded me, sharp and real. My voice didn’t shake when I spoke. "I, Karen Lukeman, hereby accept your rejection." Gasps rippled through the crowd. Whispers hissed like snakes in the grass. No Omega had ever stood tall after a rejection. None had ever accepted it without screaming in pain.

The fierce loyalty he guarded us with was matched only by the tenderness of Nikolai’s embrace. Phillipe’s chilling assessment only confirmed he was the one we needed to fear the most. My mind raced as I tried to work out how best to get out of this situation when he continued, adding his other hand to mine, clasping it tightly in his grip. “Now I think the only thing we can do, to stop this insanity and save the people we love, is to reject them.” “Reject them?” and this time my gasp was genuine. “Yes. Rejection will cut out the tumours growing within our nation.”

Set sarcastically remarked. "So, here is your second option; I can be nice and just hand you over to our witch friend here," Set said casually, as he gave Luciano one of his evil smirks. "I know witches are vile creatures. But look at the brighter side; he will not tear you to pieces like Lucifer. I am sure his form of torture and death will be so much more sophisticated than that of this tyrant brother of mine. You have seen a trailer of his powers." Set said, referring to his immobile body.