Novel & Cerita After Your Rejection

⇜ ♡♡♡ ⇝ 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 wave of sadness washed over me as I thought about her. "What's wrong?" Hector asked. I shook my head, "Nothing. I miss her, that's all." Hector squeezed my hand in a comforting gesture. I looked into his eyes and saw they held a look of understanding. Hector smiled, "It's OK. When you're ready to accept the rejection, I'll be here for you." I nodded, "I know, but don't worry, I intend to accept it soon." "Oh, really?" Jonathan said. "When?" I smiled. "Next week when Erick comes," I responded.

"I knew this day would come. But I still froze for a moment." Liam leaned back in his chair, watching me carefully. So that was it. He wanted to reject me first before actually announcing his desired mate. My chest hurt, but I had felt this pain before. Last time, Caleb left me for an Alpha’s daughter. And now, Liam was pulling the same. But this time, I didn't care. I forced a small smile, keeping my voice calm. "Congratulations." His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he hadn't expected me to react this way.

You walk out that door, don’t bother coming back. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, trying to hold myself together. A buzzing sound pulled me from my despair. My phone. I pulled it out with shaking fingers. The screen was cracked, but a notification blinked through the broken glass. From: Editor Subject: Submission Update I opened the email, my heart pounding. We regret to inform you that your current work does not meet our platform’s requirements… I couldn’t read the rest. The words blurred together. A rejection. Well, nothing strange, it happens, I guess it wasn't good enough

After careful consideration, we have decided to move forward with other candidates. ‘We appreciate your interest, but your qualifications do not match our current needs.’ ‘Unfortunately, we cannot offer you a position at this time.’ I read each rejection twice, then three times. Waiting for the disappointment to hit me the way it did when mid interview I was rejected, but the disappointment never came. I closed each email and moved to the next. Twelve applications. Ten rejections. Two that hadn't responded yet. How unfortunate could it get?

I make it past the training yard, past the row of cabins where the unmated fighters sleep, and I'm almost to the tree line when a voice stops me cold. "Running." I turn. Jaxton Cole is leaning against a fence post like he grew there overnight, arms crossed, watching me with that same unreadable stillness from last night. "It's not running. I have an offer from another pack." "Same thing with a nicer name." My jaw tightens. "You don't know anything about me." "I know you were rejected in front of two hundred people last night and you're leaving before breakfast instead of staying to face any of them again." He straightens off the post. "That's not a guess. That's what I watched happen."

He exclaimed, and Yoori punched him in the stomach. "Seriously?" She asked, fuming with anger. "Hasn't he heard the part where my own parents rejected me?" She mumbled inwardly as she walked away from him. Stupid Jas had only heard that her fiance had rejected her, not anything else. "Miss Yoori!" "Are we going or not?" Her assistant, Kelvin, called her after he had seen them standing outside the hotel for about half an hour. "Of course we are." "What makes you think we are not going?" She asked him. She tried to open her car door, but Jas pulled her back.

Without waiting for him to talk, I dragged him inside his opened apartment. "I never wanted someone like you as my mate. I hate you and I can't bear to be with you. So I am rejecting this bond." I screamed at his face. Without waiting for him to say anything, I uttered those words I knew might cause me pain later on. "I, Donna Anderson, reject you, Miko Magnus as my mate!" I waited for one, two and several seconds, yet he did not say anything. He just looked at me sadly. "You are supposed to reject me too!" I urged him.

I’m surprised my voice didn’t stutter or break when I said that, and by the look on his face so is he! “No, I’m never ever going to accept you, but I also think a quick rejection is too easy for you. When I’m finished you’ll be begging me to reject you, your brother prefers this idea too. We are going to have some fun with you yet my little mate.” And with that he strode back to school. Just leaving me in the woods, silently crying over the fact that I was rejected. Well not rejected officially, as if that wouldn’t have been bad enough. Now I have to live in unofficial rejection while my future Alpha and my brother revel in the pain my life is going to cause me.

Almost two months had passed, and somehow it still felt like yesterday and a lifetime ago. And even though Aria’s name didn’t trend as much as before, the internet forgot. The media frenzy had only settled into a low, constant hum in the background of everything she did. She stared at the rejection email on her laptop screen. Hello, Ms. Jenkins. Thank you for your application. After careful consideration, we are unable to move forward at this time. She let out a groan, dropping her head back against the backrest of her chair.