After Rejection Novel Nala Novels & Stories

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.

“I can’t feel him. Since Lena bit me, I can’t feel him at all. I thought it was—” He looked up at me, desperate, grasping. “Amelia, please. The feather called you, right? My father said Northern Whites use feathers to lure girls out. But you came. You’re here. That means you’re White. That means I rejected a White. If the Council finds out I rejected a White and then took another mark, they’ll kill me. Strip my Alpha blood. Please. Tell them I didn’t want Lena. Tell them—” He lunged for my hand.

he said clearly, "reject you, Isabella, as my mate." The bond snapped. Pain exploded through my chest and I gasped, falling to my knees. It felt like someone had reached inside me and ripped out my heart. My wolf howled. The pain was everywhere... burning, tearing, suffocating. "Say it," Nolan said coldly. "Accept the rejection." I looked up at him through tears. "Why?" "SAY IT." I could barely breathe but I forced the words out. "I... I, Isabella... accept your rejection."

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“No, you did everything right.” “Then what if I reject him again?” I ask. “Do I just... say it again?” Dev nods, still focused on Nathan like he might lunge again. So I square my shoulders and do it. “I, Nyx Laurent, reject you, Nathan Swift, Alpha of the Moon Goddess Pack, as my mate.” Nathan drops to his knees like I just stabbed him. He clutches his chest, sobbing through gritted teeth. “I accept your rejection,” he gasps out, broken and wrecked.

Nala looked at him for a long second, hatred and heartbreak tangling together so tightly inside her chest she could barely separate one emotion from the next. “You tell him,” she whispered hoarsely. “You tell Cole what you did.” Something flickered across Wheels’ face then, something unreadable and brief, before disappearing entirely. “Get the fuck outta here.” Nala turned and walked away because every instinct she possessed told her not to run. Running triggered pursuit; running made predators chase. So she forced herself to walk steadily across the prison parking lot even though her legs barely felt attached to her body anymore. The cold Colorado wind cut across her face, carrying the shar

Who would comfort me on nights when I felt like a total waste of space? My eyes became glassy with unshed tears as I clutched my dress, watching how Jackson's eyes flickered between blue and black. He was fighting with his wolf. He finally won, his eyes turning blue, “I Jackson Wells, reject you Kayla Deen as my mate and future Luna,” The tears I had been trying to hold in came out as my lips trembled from too many emotions, “I, Kayla Deen accept your rejection.” I said and moved away from the garden to my room which had always given me comfort. The pain was there, the pain of being rejected. It hurt more than anything I had ever experienced in my entire life.

That home was always here, but the world was open to us now. Before we left again, I finished compiling my writings into a complete manuscript. My memoir. The travelogue. The documentation of progressive pack culture across two continents. "What are you going to call it?" Maya asked. I thought about my journey. From rejection to leadership. From despair to purpose. From broken to whole. "After the Rejection, I Became His Luna," I said. "But that's just the first part. The second part is about everything that came after. After the power. After the victory. After the main story ended, but life continued."

These are the people who my parents wanted me to stay away from. And finally, they're gone from the surface of the earth and I'm in love with a man that I never thought I'd be in love with. This is the end of my curse. “I do not have to be a cursed luna.” I do not have to be the rejected Luna. I am Maria. The girl who did not give up on love and managed to destroy her enemies. If I were a story, written in a book, I would be a never ending tales. This is my story.

Was I wishing for something because I was desperate, or was this real? “Damn it.” I whispered to myself, pulling my hair with both hands. Her rejection hit my pride hard. No woman had ever resisted me this much, much less brushed me off like that. But if this Whitney was really Wendy, her cold attitude explained a lot. Why else would she be so far away? I was suddenly overwhelmed by memories of what we went through—what I put her through in the past. I remembered how she looked at me then so innocent and trusting. And what did I do? I listened to lies, believed falsehoods, and let my family's anger destroy everything.