Blood And Silver Rise Of The Rejected Mate Wattpad Novels & Stories

Aurora's POV The slashing words echoed in my head again…and again. "I, Tyler Xander, the future leader of the silver moon pack, hereby reject you, Aurora Watson, as my mate and Luna of the Silver moon pack," The guy whom I've loved since the first year in school, said with a smirk as his beta pinned me against the wall. My already weak heart shattered into a thousand pieces, and I felt a physical ache in my body as pain penetrated through me.

"I, Caleb Matthew Williams, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, reject you- Elena Grace Madden, daughter of the Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, as my mate. Now accept my rejection, worm." I feel as though someone punched me in my chest, all air robbed from my lungs but I will not allow this boy to see my weakness. I force myself to make eye contact with him and say, "I, Elena Grace Madden, daughter of the Beta of the Silver Moon Pack accept your rejection as my mate."

“Fine. I am. I am jealous of any woman whose mate does not stand by and watch her bleed.” “I am jealous of any pack who would die for their Luna instead of throwing stones when she’s already on the ground.” I let my gaze sweep over the warriors at the gate. “You saw me serve you. You saw me fight for you. And when he pointed at me and said ‘poison,’ you saw what you wanted to see.” A few heads dipped. “So hear me clearly,” I said, each word slow. “I am done begging. I am done bleeding. I reject you, Damien Silvercrest. Not as my mate—I already did that. I reject you as my Alpha. I reject this pack.”

“A true Alpha needs a Luna who is strong. I, Kaelen of Silver Moon Pack, the future Alpha, formally rejects the bond with the Omega Elara, a slave who can’t even shift. She is a defect of nature, a stain on our lineage. I choose Mirelle as my mate and future Luna.” Laughter rippled through the crowd followed by applause. The pull I felt in my chest before didn’t just break; it felt like a bomb went off inside my chest. I felt a sharp stabbing pain that made me gasp for air. It was a pain worse than any beating I had ever received. My mate had just rejected me.

"In thirty days, when the Blood Moon rises over this valley, the entire continent will call you Luna of Silverfang. The crown that should have belonged to your mother will finally rest upon your brow." Alora slowly turned her head. Her silver-gold eyes locked onto mine. There was no fear in her gaze. No panic. No desperate, pleading tears like the ones her mother had wept years ago in the grand hall. There was only a vast, endless ocean of absolute, icy calm.

"Lucas, the Blackwood family's daughter is returning from abroad next week. You two should meet. She's a pureblood Alpha, a very suitable match." "I'm not interested," I said flatly. "Why not? Because of that half-blood Omega?" The elder's voice was disapproving. "Lucas, you need to think of the family." "No," I said, and hung up. I wasn't refusing because of Sophie. I was refusing because I knew my wolf would never accept another mate. Sophie was the only Omega who could make my wolf whole. And I had pushed her away with my own two hands. And I even marked another she-wolf.

“The Blackwood Pack is gone. The 'Cruel Alpha' is a story we tell children to keep them from the dark. But you aren't that boy anymore. You are the man who unwove his soul in the Solaris Spire. You are the man who fought the Moon Goddess to save a son you didn't know you had.” She knelt beside him, her sapphire eyes meeting his stormy sea ones. “I don't forgive you for the rejection, Silas. That wound is part of who I am. It’s the scar that gave me wings. But I don't hate you for the silver. Because the silver was a lie they told us both.”

The agony running through our severed link grew intolerable. "Please," I said, loathing myself for the pitiful, pleading tone. Damian's face showed guilt for a split second, then it vanished as fast as it showed. His voice booming with Alpha power, he squared his wide shoulders. "I, Damian Stone, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, reject Aria Blackwood as my mate." The world shattered. A terrible agony burst across my chest, so intense that a scream tore from my throat. The pure force of the rejection sent me to my knees. It felt as though hidden claws were ripping my heart out from within.

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.

' Mate. This one word is both boon and bane for the werewolves. Our whole world revolves around this one word. The one the Seline has chosen for us. For me, it turned out to be a bane. All my expectations and dreams fell with a tragic crash when he rejected me. He rejected me for who I am. The rejection didn't hurt as much as his words did. I will never accept you as my mate. The pain of rejection had almost killed my wolf. I might have been dead if I didn't have the royal blood running in me.