Awakening Rejected Mate Episode 1 Novels & Stories

How was I supposed to ignore and forget everything to accept her? Was that even possible? For a moment, an image of my mum’s lifeless body flashed across my eyes. Then her screams, as the bastards brutalized, raped her before ripping her heart off...literally, rang in my ears. Was I supposed to look at a werewolf and take her in as my forever mate? My blood boiled. No fucking way. There has to be something I can do. “You are wrong though, Blake” Sarah walked up to me with a wide smile, her eyes shining, “There is something you can do. I didnt think of it. My mum used to tell us stories of A Rejected Mate. You can reject your mate”

I’m in purgatory, only it looks exactly like my life before, yet a whole lot suckier. I don’t even know if this is how Colton feels, because sometimes, the rejector, they have very little in way of backlash in the way the rejected does. They made the choice to end things and for some reason, the fates let them away with crushing another soul. I guess that’s why choosing a mate is not an impulse thing and marking someone you have been dating can sometimes be a choice of many years. I mean look at Carmen and Colton. Two years and he still hadn’t marked her, even though he told me he made the choice to mate up with her. Even he wasn’t ready to commit in case she turned him down and everybody kn

The crowd erupted, whistles and cheers deafening, rattling the air we breathed. My mind spun in attempting to justify my choices when our lips met. I was a mother of three children and a devoted husband in the real world. Was I to give up that life for this wild, charged moment? But uncertainty vanished as quickly as it'd arisen. I was whole in Jayden's arms, the missing piece of my soul falling into place. Our mate bond burst to life, hot and unshakeable, joining us together in a manner I'd never known. We broke apart, both of us gasping. Zane emerged out of the crowd, his face split by a great, broad smile. "Mate, they say, and mate it is!" he bellowed above the hum of voices.

He was enjoying watching life slip away from his wife, the person he claimed to be his true mate. Wolves weren’t supposed to abuse their mates. My mind flashed to the clauses being breached in the marriage agreement, but what use was it if I was already dead? A force sparked within me as my eyes began to droop. It was as though something within me sparked to life and took over. A force I couldn’t name or explain the sensation it ignited, but it was powerful. My eyes snapped open, and I saw the surprise on Aiden's face. He was confident watching me slip unconscious, and so it was alarming when I sprang into action.

No. My eyes locked onto the thread, my pulse roaring in my ears. Mate. The word echoed in my mind, heavy and cruel. “She can’t be,” I whispered, shaking my head. “This isn’t possible.” But the bond didn’t fade. It tightened. She was my mate. And suddenly, every rule I lived by shattered at my feet. How do you walk away from your mate? How do you reject the one thing meant for you? My grip tightened around her hand as fear crept in, sharp and cold.

The weight inside had settled. Something in him felt… solid. Grounded. Whole. His wolf stood tall now. Not crouched. Eyes bright. Ready. Equal. The elders slowly pushed themselves up. Cloaks ripped, hair messy. Blood ran from one of Thane’s nostrils. “Impossible,” Elder Mara whispered, staring at Eryx. “The awakening shouldn’t trigger without the full mate bond. Without” She cut off. Her eyes darted to Kael. Then to Eryx. Then back.

For six years, I showed no aversion to sunlight, no super-senses, no sensitivity to Vervain—only the hollow gift of immortality. He would ruffle my hair and say, “Even if you never awaken, it’s fine. You’re my mate. That’s enough.” Yet I did awaken. And the first gift of my awaken, was the sound of him, in his mind, tasting another woman. A brittle smile touched my lips. Don’t flinch. Don’t question. Play the tired human wife. "Nothing," I murmured. Then—let the question slip. “What were you guys doing?” Voice casual. Like idle curiosity.

I pushed forward and instinctively raised my hand to touch him. “Don't,” he yelled just before I could make contact, and he moved back as if the thought of me touching him was repulsive, “don't put your hands on me, Beauregard. And if you think we were really fated mates, then this is a rejection. I, Levi Hawthorne, hereby reject Brooks Beauregard as my mate.” He winced as he said those words, no doubt feeling the pain of a mate bond that was about to be severed. I searched his eyes for hints that this was a joke, even though it was a cruel one, but there was nothing but numbness.

Failed. Miriam Blackthorn stood in the corridor. Her eyes moved—streamers, the arrangement of us, Rhys's hand still holding mine. Her arms folded. I let go of his hand. Dropped my head. "What is going on in here?" Rhys reached over and took my hand back. I looked at him. He didn't look at me. He looked at his mother. "Mara is our mate, Mom." Quiet. Miriam looked at me for a long moment. Not at her sons. At me. Her expression stayed warm, nearly perfect, the kind of smile that cost nothing because it meant nothing.