After Your Rejection Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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 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?

Turns out that it brought a bucketful of hassles. “This is so tedious,” Larissa said. “I don’t know what you’re moaning about,” snapped a middle-aged woman standing in front of us whose bulk suggested she was a bear shifter. “Everyone keeps homing in on you. After you reject them, they drive off in a huff and don’t bother asking if we want a job.”

' 'We haven't rejected him yet, what does that even mean for him? 'That he is still bonded to us, can feel us even though we can no longer feel him. We can move on, once we accept the rejection, find someone else if we choose, but he's trapped in the bond until you utter those words out loud.' I stood up from the couch. parts of my body cracking as I twist around while stretching my body out. Standing with my head held high, well higher than usual, I opened my mouth to speak, my palms became sweaty as my stomach felt like it had knots in it.

"It’s just… your rejection hurt more than I expected." I turned to face her. Her lashes were lowered, but I could see the tears shimmering in her eyes. "Don’t beat yourself up," I said, lifting her chin between my fingers and tilting her face up. "Getting rejected is part of life. You either accept it or you don’t." Her eyes shook, a single tear trailing down her cheek. "So… you’re saying I can keep pursuing you?" "That’s your decision to make, Jena." I dropped my hand. "But I belong to someone else." My gaze shifted past her, the pressure in my head tightening. "I just don’t know who they are yet."

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.

he replied, looking at me in anger "For the second time." In an instant, the bond that had once held them together was torn and ripped off by his rejection. This time it was real. I felt it. It wasn't like all the other rejections where he would mark me again. My wolf screamed in pain as I felt them cut off. "You’re weak," he continued, standing over her. "And weak wolves have no place in my pack." "Throw her into the dungeon," Alice said, her voice filled with malice. "Let her rot there."

I hear a buzzing sound, she pulls her phone out and clenched her jaw in frustration, it must be another message. “You can stay here as long as you want even after the rejection, you’ll be safe here” I say as calm as I can. She pauses for a minute “Nowhere is safe… but yes I might need to stay for few more days, thanks for the offer” she says not meeting my eyes as she grabs her bag and head out of my office.

I wonder if it’s that simple. While it’s easy for someone to tell the other not to give up, I don’t think the other party truly understands what it means to not give up, especially in a case like mine. Being rejected by your fated mate is painful, heartbreaking, but it is also humiliating. And to not give up basically means to go running back to that person, your tail between your legs, begging for a second chance, completely debasing yourself. My pride, which is all I have left at this point, is going to be shattered if I ask Austin to reconsider, begging him. I feel sick to the stomach even thinking about it. But aside from that, there is a new emotion brewing inside me.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t in pain, but this pain would be multiplied by ten the moment I accepted the rejection. "I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t risk our pup’s life," He yelled from behind. I halted in my tracks and turned around, holding the tears in my eyes. I stared at his handsome face because I was sure I wouldn’t see him again. "Don’t take back the rejection. I will accept the rejection after reaching Grandpa’s house," I said before walking out of his office for the last time. The tear that I was holding rolled out of my eyes. I quickly wiped it off and maintained a small smile on my lips.