After The Rejection Novels & Stories

⇜ ♡♡♡ ⇝ Mystic Pack - Two Weeks after the rejection. I was under my blanket even if the sun was still high up. I didn’t want to go out of my room today. It has been two weeks since the rejection and I am thankful my father was busy that he didn’t notice my absence around the packhouse or the training grounds from the time to time.

A week later. ~~~ “What? After two weeks of waiting, it was rejected?” I exclaim in disbelief, taking the letter from Mr. Moore's hand, disappointment washing over me. I had been so optimistic about receiving a positive response. I pull open the envelope, remove the letter, and stare at the rejection stamp. “Why was it rejected?” I ask no one in particular after reading through it. Am I a failure? There's no doubt. What else could explain everything that keeps happening since I assumed the alpha position?

She managed to get to the faucet nearby to wash her face, but even though she managed to wash her face and neck off, tears continued running down her tears. She reached her chest and realized that she was rejected in a very painful way. Silent rejection. She’s been waiting for this time to come in her whole life. But not to be treated like trash, but to meet her mate and be loved. However, is this bad karma? Or was she just being hated by the Goddess?

After

I made a drink to soothe my heartache and body ache from illness. Then, a notification chimed, and I opened it to see a rejection email from the producers. The reason for the rejection was not about my performance but the rumours that had spread around. I wanted to smash my phone in anger, but I controlled myself. Instead, I accidentally shattered a glass, and a piece pierced my skin.

“Can’t you hear a word I’m saying?! I forbid you from coming any closer to me!” I was too late. By the time I was done speaking, she stood rooted in front of me, her face barely inches away from mine, and I found myself breathing in the very air she was letting out. I was close enough to see a single tear drop from her left eye. My heart shrunk in my chest. Why? Why did I still have all these messed up feelings despite my very clear rejection? It was meant to put an end to this nonsense, yet I was more tormented than ever.

She practically begs me, and I laugh loudly at her face, making her furrow her brows in confusion. “I did reject him, Jasmine. Two minutes after I realized he was my mate. He won’t accept the rejection and is trying to get me to forgive him. Which means, even after his own mate rejected him, he still doesn’t. want. you.” I say slowly and as the realization dawns on her face, I see red fiery anger fill her eyes just as she lifts her fist to punch me.

"We're expected home before noon." I spare a glance at my Ardie-Malone wristwatch and smile because I'm certain that won't even be possible. "Of course," Kedar replies and put his stupid ass in a chair. Salzar stands up; he picks up a sheet of paper from the big desk in the room and hands it over to his grandson. "You can proceed with the rejection. Everything required is here: two witnesses, but you have more than that, so it's clear. I believe Miss. Hamilton is ready to accept once you're done?" He turns to me and I give him a curt nod.

“Come back in a few years.” A few years. Like ambition waited patiently. We left in silence. On the sidewalk, Aria kicked a trash can. “Cowards.” Theo rubbed his face. “We were stupid to think it’d be easy.” Kai said nothing. Neither did I. Because rejection didn’t hurt. It burned. But I refused to stop. I sent proposals to every boutique I could find. Cold emails. DMs. Phone calls. Rejections stacked like bodies. Until one message changed everything.

Here is a brief summary of the story “What does that mean? You are rejecting me?” Julia asked. I felt a pain in my chest, but I knew this was the right thing to do. “You do not belong in my world; please accept this so we can both move on,” I reply. “No,” she replied. “No?” I asked, confused how this human could refuse my rejection.