10 Ways To Get Rejected By The Tyrant Novels & Stories

"After all the agony your species have put us through? I will not be yours even if you were the last hope for humanity's entire survival! Was that what you were waiting for before summoning the others to your rescue? Are you dead in the brains?" The only man who was able to complete her spirit declared his rejection too easily without a single shred of regret, his soulless eyes shone with a twisted pleasure that only madmen knew and loved, and as if his rejection did not drain her already worn-out life force, he continued his onslaught joyfully. "You know what this freakish proposal of yours is missing? It's missing some audience! MY MEN! MY LEADERS! COME DOWN AND HEAR FOR YOURSELF! HEAR OUT

I snapped, my voice trembling with emotion. The same pack warrior that had been torturing me for days approached me, a smirk hanging on his lips, “you can still speak?” he laughed, slightly surprised as he bent down to my level. I closed my eyes and bit my lips, “It's enough, you've tortured me enough.” Begging him right now weighed me down, but there was nothing else I could do. He was going to continue if I didn't come down to his level, but he seemed reluctant to stop with the torture. He flipped his attention to his men, “do you guys think we should stop? She's not accepted the rejection.”

That's how Varick had always been. My jaw tightened. That alone was enough to make this personal. My mind drifted to the training grounds. She didn’t even understand what she was becoming but others were beginning to see it and that made her a target. “You could refuse,” Kael said suddenly. I looked at him. “No.” “That would be the safer option,” he added. “For who?” He didn’t answer Refusing wasn’t protection. Refusing was a sign of weakness. The weakness in this case would only invite more challenges. Potential attacks.

Malcom answers, running a hand through his hair. “Basically, she is rejecting you, Day, and you need to accept it.” Another snarl rips through me, and I throw the door to the SUV open. Climbing out of the vehicle, I shift mid-step, needing to run in my wolf form before I do something I might regret to my cousin. I know he is just the messenger, the one relaying Isabella’s words, but I can’t help the rising anger inside me that mixes with the pain of rejection. I can hear Malcom call after me, telling me to come back, but I drown him out. I know he is worried that I would try to sneak back to the Palace, but even I know that would be a suicide mission. Soon, Nightlock Thorn will be told of Is

Here, I could think. I remembered my mother. Her warnings. Her sacrifices. The nights she sat by candlelight, mapping out a future she’d never see. I whispered a quiet promise into the wind: "I’ll make it worth it. I’ll carry us forward." Diplomacy, however, did not always come so smoothly. When the emissary returned from the Northern Ridge, his face was grim. “They will not accept your rule,” he told the council. “They claim their bloodline is purer that the Crescent Alpha’s heir still lives.”

Neither of us was willing to surrender a single inch, emotionally or politically. "Because you are a tyrant who can't handle a woman who actually stands her ground!" she shouted right back at me, her hot breath ghosting over my lips. "You wanted a submissive, quiet little puppet to decorate your throne, but you got me instead! I am a sovereign of the Blood Moon bloodline, Kaelen! I will never bow to you, I will never submit to your commands, and I will never give you a single ounce of my loyalty! Like you said—our union is only supposed to be political!" The sheer, devastating intensity of our words left both of us physically shaken.

JASMINE BROOKE "Anyone that doesn't want to ally with us, kill them all. It doesn't matter who they are" I ordered some of the rogues who were chosen to attack the remaining packs. Why do you think I ended up this way? Hot-tempered, brutal, independent and Fearless. Yes, I had to adjust to life to survive. The world doesn't like weakness, it's an actual disaster. Weakness is a disease that devours your every flesh, and sips your every last breath until you become lifeless and useless. I could take in any feeling, humiliation and pain, but definitely not rejection. It is the most brutal form of wickedness and punishment. No one deserves to be rejected, nothing, not even an animal. I was rejec

“A little birdie told me you lost a certain Omega. Are you really going to sit back after a mere Omega insulted your ego by rejecting you? How was that even possible?” I grit my teeth and tighten my free hand into a tight fist, my jaws clench as anger sears through me. “Alpha Rex commanded me to accept the rejection.” I hiss through gritted teeth. I couldn’t even defy his order. He’s not the King yet but he’s so damn powerful. “That’s not nice. Are you going to let a tyrant like him become the Alpha King? A villain who grabs other people’s mates?” “We have no choice. He was born into the title.” I reply through gnashing teeth.

At that moment, tyranny sounded extremely tempting. “Magnus, I hate to be the one to say this, but if the packs demand a tournament to test your mate, there is nothing we could do.” His shoulders sagged as if they held the world. “If they have no confidence in your mate or your rule, they will demand another ruler.”

Maverick threw one last smug smile over his shoulder before the doors swallowed him. "Coward. You swallowed the insult," Tyr growled, tail lashing. "There was no point in fighting. Losing control is exactly what he wants — so he can paint me as a mad king, take the crown, and take our mate." "OURS," Tyr snarled. On that, we were of one mind. Zlata was ours, and I would never give her up.