Beyond Beta's Rejection Novels & Stories

A flicker of something that isn't wonder anymore — it's closer to disgust, and it lands in my stomach like a stone dropped down a well. He starts circling me. Slow. Deliberate. Like I'm livestock at an auction and he's deciding whether I'm worth the trouble of feeding through winter. His Beta — a broad-shouldered man with a scar through one eyebrow — leans in close enough that I catch the words meant only for Draven. "Accept her," he mutters. "You can reject her later, in private. Don't do this here." Draven doesn't even glance at him. "I don't hide from decisions," he says, loud enough that the whole courtyard hears it.

The public mask of the Alpha Heir slid back into place, but his eyes still burned with a chaotic fire—disgust, and something else, something violently unsettled. “Let me be perfectly clear, Luna Hartley,” he announced, his voice ringing off the library shelves, loud enough for any listening ears in the hall. “I felt it. That pathetic little tug. That’s all it is. A defect. A laughable error.” He paused, letting the silence stretch, letting her hope curdle. “I, Kael Silvercrest, future Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack, reject the bond. I reject whatever pathetic fantasy you’re spinning. I. Reject. You.”

“We can finally be together. She rejected you and not the other way around. Your father and the council won’t punish you. Just accept it!” “I will never accept it!” he roared, shaking from the strain. “I am an alpha, I can handle the pain. She is only a lowly omega. Weak and pathetic. She won’t survive my refusal. She will kneel and beg me to take her back, and then she will understand that no one rejects me.” His voice rose with manic arrogance. “I am Alpha Leonard Amari. I do the rejections!” I turned away, forcing my body to move even though every muscle screamed.

Enraged by my bluntness, he finally snapped. "Fine," he growled, his voice cold and final. "If that is what you want, then we will do it. I will order my beta to prepare the rejection ceremony immediately." He mindlinked his beta right there, the command sharp and unyielding. Within minutes, the beta, a tall and loyal man named Marcus, hurried into the room. He looked between the two of us with obvious concern, sensing the heavy tension hanging in the air. "Alpha," he said carefully, his tone gentle and persuasive, "the rejection ceremony is quite complicated and irreversible. The pack bonds, the public aspects, it all takes time and has serious consequences. Would you like to reconsider? Pe

“That’s absurd.” Alan hummed. “Tia told her so.” My pulse spiked. “So Titan actually made good of his promise to decieve her? That's so low and evil of him.” The beta snorted, “you're one to talk about evil.” I held back my retort as he sighed. “The alpha’s obsessed with the mate he rejected once,” Alan repeated. “And honestly? I understand why. She's so…intriguing.” I felt something cold coil around my spine.

I enabled my wolf’s enhanced power of speed and traced right to her side. She’s perfect in every way. What could be so wrong about her? “We can’t be paired with a human,” I told my other half harshly. “It could jeopardize our chances of ever taking over as Alpha.” You will let us be together! I demand it! Landon would not give me a moment’s peace on the situation. The longer and harder I tried to resist the idea, the more difficult he was to sustain. There were moments in which Landon had almost gone feral on me several times.

My beta said apprehensively, his eyes fixed on me. "Josh... I..." I swallowed hard, thoughtful. I knew he was right, but I couldn't bring myself to promise that. Since the last time I tried to reject her publicly, the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. "You don't have to promise me now, just have the courage to do the right thing when you get the chance!" My beta said seriously, walking towards the door, and I nodded. "I promise... I promise I will reject her!" I replied firmly, a bit hesitant, and my beta smiled, slightly relieved that I was making the right decision.

Greta said seriously. "Is it because of your family?" I asked her, and she nodded. "I think, if you really want to be with Bianca, if you feel the bond and the connection, and if you want to be happy, you need to fix your situation. But if you really don't understand, you don't love her, and you don't feel ready because it's not something you see in your life, you need to talk to Bianca. There is something called rejection; it is an instrument of the Goddess that is very powerful and painful for the rejected person. The Goddess may accept it or not, but we wolves always avoid it."

Part 1: Naomi Kharkov has already found the perfect man. Except he’s dead. So when her mate bond sparked with another, she ran. Naomi remains a warrior to her core. Falling in love has damaged her once already. When Finn vows to prove his worth, at any cost, she knows her heart is at risk again. But things have changed. Forced to work together, how long before the call of their wolves proves too strong to resist. After all, the Moon Goddess blessed them to be together. Except is the success of their bond only fueling the cruelest of Fate's long-held plans? Part 2: Phoebe Kharkov was meant to be someone important. A Fate. A living Goddess of the Shadowlands, until it was stolen aw

I was just lying there crying out my eyes when I heard the cracking sound of the door, I didn’t move, I just laid there, I know it’s Brake and I am glad he came before the sky bright. “Stacy…” he called out, his voice was cold and I didn’t wait for what he wanted to say. “Go on with the rejection…” I told him but he didn’t say a word, I could feel his emotions between the bond, he was feeling sorry for me, but I didn’t want pity, I didn’t want him to pity me. “I, Beta Brake Rex, of the shadow moon pack, reject you, lady Stacy Harrington of the Ark Moon Pack…” his voice was husky and cleared