Chasing his rejected wife Novels & Stories

“I am going nowhere. This is my room as much as it is yours. I am your wife.” There was some kind of amusement in his eyes as he stared intently at me. Just then, he cackled. “You do have a wild imagination, lady. You were my wife by force, not choice. To think you really took the title to heart. I don’t think I have ever come across someone as trashy as you are. Being rejected many times still doesn’t stop you. Now I understand why you and your mother are so miserable. You will never get anyone to want you as you desire.”

“But listen to me, Chase. I don’t want your business anymore. And I’m going to tell my father what you did. He’s going to cut all ties with your family completely.” Chase only chuckled at that, wiping his hand on the gravy I’d spilled over him. “Keep dreaming! Your daddy loves me more than he loves you.” He smirked, and in that moment, he looked like a completely different person from the one I used to know. “And you…” He pointed his index finger at me. “You’ll never get a better husband than me in this entire city! I’m one of the most eligible bachelors in Manhattan.” “Oh, don’t be so delusional, Chase. Every other man in New York City is already better than you. You’re just a piece of shit

she whispers. My shoulders slump as my hands drop from her face to hang at my sides, gaze fluttering to the floor and body tensing in anticipation of the cold sting of her rejection. But instead, she reaches up, grabbing my face with both hands and forcing me to look into her eyes. “You’re absolutely fucking insane, Chase Walker, but you’re mine. So let’s do it.”

My gaze inquired silently. "I really like you, Sebastian." Her honey-colored eyes darted between mine. "And I want to marry you. I'm happy our families want that too. However, I can’t accept the fact that you have someone else. I’m an only child for a reason; I don’t like sharing what’s mine. So whatever you have going on with her, you’d better end it today. I want our marriage to work because I want you. I chose you, not the other way around, and I won’t accept anything less. Trust me, I fight for what’s mine."

Tristin “ Are you really going to give that old wench those shares? ” Mom huffs as she paces the corridor. I grit my jaw and keep my gaze down. If I look up and see her fretting over fucking shares instead of my wife, I know I will say or do something I might regret later. “ Find a way, Tristin. You have to find a way around it. Those Calders can not become a part of our— ”

I took a sandwich, if only to have something to do with my hands. We ate in silence for a while. The jazz played on, familiar and achingly nostalgic. I remembered dancing barefoot on this exact spot while Adrian laughed and spun me until we both got dizzy. "I have made so many mistakes," Adrian said finally. "But the biggest one was not fighting for you. Not standing up to the bond and choosing you anyway." "You cannot fight biology." The words tasted bitter. "The fated mate bond is absolute." "No." His eyes burned with intensity. "It does not have to be. There are wolves who reject their fated mates. It is rare and painful, but it can be done. I could have chosen differently."

He stood alone in the foyer, chest heaving. He called his secretary. "Mike. I need you to find my wife. She left this morning. Track her phone. Track her cards. I don't care how. Find her." "Yes, sir. Right away." Cassian hung up and lowered himself onto the bottom step. His head throbbed. His hands trembled. But beneath the physical pain, something else stirred something cold and unfamiliar. She'll come back. She's been angry before. She always comes back. One year ago.

His voice was low, certain. I looked at him. "How do you know?" "If they wanted us hurt we'd already be hurt, they've had three opportunities tonight and they haven't taken any of them." "They ran us off the road." "They herded us, that's different." There it was again, that word, herded, the same pattern, every chase tonight ending not in capture but in arrival, every pursuit depositing us somewhere specific, and I thought about that, turned it over carefully while the man outside held the photograph steady against the glass like he had all the time in the world.

I spoke up and his face turned sour instantly, I don't even know when he reached for the remote control from my laps and switched off the Tv. "If you're given a choice and you don't want it, by my little brain I know it can also be rejected. Therefore, when the time comes I will reject whatever mate am given that isn't an Omega. It's either an Omega or none; I don't want to deal with shits thereafter."Chase retorted bluntly as he got out of bed, as he walked past me; I tripped him. He fell on his stomach and I hurriedly shuffled out of the room in a laughing fit.

She thought her marriage was built on love until illness stripped away the illusion. After being diagnosed with a terminal illness that left her only three months to live, all Sarah could think about was how to inform her loving husband, Andrew, about it and the pain and sorrow he was going to go through after hearing about it. But upon getting back home, Sarah got the shock of her life when she caught Andrew making out with her stepsister Tessa, the same woman who abandoned him three years ago on their wedding day. What happens when Sarah discovers that Tessa never abandoned Andrew on their wedding day? Instead, she and Andrew had both planned for her to disappear so that Andrew would