After Your Rejection Novels & Stories

He slumps against the wall, landing on his arse, out cold. I’ve never known any two mates react this badly to a rejection. Lilly seems to have slipped into a coma because of said rejection, and Bastian is doing the same thanks to Lilly refusing to accept. Usually, when a mate is rejected, they’re in pain for a few days, whether they accept or not. Once they realise all is not lost, and with the help of their friends and family, they move on. Of course, not all mates are lucky to survive the process, but some will even find their second chance mate, some will not.

Maybe the final wave is yet to come, and the worst is delayed? From the stories I have heard or read, I know that the pain that comes with rejection is so intense that it not only knocks you off your feet but causes you unimaginable suffering. Strong wolves take several days to recover, and all the cases in which humans were rejected resulted in only one outcome: death. "OK." I absentmindedly agreed. There was no time to waste. The rejection proved I had nothing left in this pack, and nothing good awaited me. My mate, whom I didn’t expect to meet, also cut me out of his life. It was just Robbie and me. Maybe that was the sign I was waiting for.

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?"

Though I am completely aware that she's going to reject me, I still hold on to that small percentage of hope that she will listen to what her heart says and accept my confession wholeheartedly, but then Nowo is Nowo. "Not in the mood to talk, are you?" Talaa inquired as I entered the room. I shrugged my shoulders, expressing my despondence. "Well, I just got rejected. Not once, not twice, but thrice. How will I ever get the mood to talk, buddy?" Talaa, the little sage, offered his wisdom. "Being rejected doesn't mean that it's the end for both of you." I raised both of my eyebrows in curiosity. "Then what does it mean?"

Tomorrow marked the tenth day of the deadline I had given them to accept my rejection. I had to take action. Tomorrow, I couldn’t delay any longer.

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?

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I said gently, because arguing would only make my night longer. As I walked back toward the bar, my phone buzzed in the pocket of my apron. I wasn’t supposed to check it while working, but I was too curious. Maybe it was Sophia reminding me to eat, or Camila dropping one of her random voice notes full of unsolicited but loving advice. One thing I’m always grateful for was the sweet friends life has blessed me with. But Nope. It was another rejection email. My shoulders slumped and my steps slowed. “Dear Ms. Torres, thank you for your interest in joining our company. After careful review of your application, we have decided not to move forward at this time...”

I sent a follow-up text: "At least let’s talk." The message didn’t even deliver. I stared at my screen, heart tightening. Was this really it? After everything we’d been through… was Richard really going to walk away over one rejection?

"Maybe he was rejected before..." "Maybe," I replied, and a breath escaped my lips. For some reason, this almost felt even worse than Alpha Noah's rejection. ****