Chasing My Rejected Mate Novels & Stories

I said to her, and she shook her head, laughing as she looked up to the sky. “Mate? I don’t have such luck to find a second mate, Cassian.” I narrowed my eyebrows. She found her mate. When? “What do you mean?” I asked her, and she swallowed hard. “My mate rejected me, Cassian. He wants nothing to do with me. So tell me, do you think I will find my mate then?” She asked me, and I swallowed hard. Who was the fucking asshole who rejected her? “Tell me his name. I will make sure he accepts you,” I demanded, and she laughed before looking away, staring into nothing before shifting her attention to me. “You can’t. Even if you wanted,” she said

“And you think Jace Steele would accept you as his second chance mate?” Katherine snapped as she looked at me. Looking at her right now all I could hear in my head was Jace's voice ringing loudly. I knew I never stood a chance getting accepted by him. He had already rejected me as his second chance mate in his office. I had everything replaying right now in my head. And the thought of it still pierced me deeply. “Why can't my mate ever accept me? Wasn't I good enough?” I asked within as I tried hiding my pains.

I would be so screwed if she saw me. 'Yes, you dumbass, find her now!' I kept looking around in a craze. My eyes land on a pair of beautiful brown eyes, locked on me a few cars away, frozen in place. Her eyes widen as she realizes what just happened. Fuck! How am I going to get out of this? I don't want to be rejected; I have longed for my mate ever since mum told me about mates. Someone to love, someone to cherish, someone to be yours forever.

“Damon can make promises. Lila is making records. One of those things will matter more when the Council decides. You should prepare yourself for that.” He didn’t offer comfort. He didn’t step closer. He simply delivered the information like a report and turned away, already finished with the conversation. Aria stood in the hall with the weight of his words sitting under her ribs and the three-day countdown pressing against the back of her neck. The rejection felt fresh again, as if no time had passed at all. Her hands had curled into fists without her noticing. She forced them open. The ache in her chest sharpened. She climbed the stairs because staying in the same room with him felt worse.

I glanced up at him to be sure, but when he nodded and smiled, I climbed into the front seat. He loaded my case in the back, took the driver’s seat, and started the ignition. “Disco Inferno” blared across the speakers, reminding me of the time Griff took me to the Super Cinema to watch Saturday Night Fever. Shortly after that, he had declared his love and said he would die if I didn’t accept him as my mate. My veins heated with a surge of fury, and I clenched my teeth. After I’d accepted him, we had danced to the tune of “More Than a Woman.” The bloody bastard had even worn a white three-piece suit that showed a perfect print of his huge dick.

Chul pleaded, his hands entangled in her hair as he looked at her with desperation in his eyes. "If the love I had for you in the past still existed in my heart, I would have happily accepted to be your mate, even without knowing her. But now, it's gone. The love I had for you just disappeared suddenly, and I wish I could find it. I've searched my heart, but it's gone. Maybe your mate has stolen it away from me because she saw me as a threat, unlike me. I don't love you anymore, Chul Xavier, and I reject you for calling me your mate because I've already rejected you as a husband. Just know that I've rejected you..." Lilith's words trailed off as she was pulled into him, her body colliding wi

Luna The shock of seeing Leo affected the rest of my afternoon. I paced through the little house I’d lived in for over a hundred years, unable to clear my mind of the way my soulmate had looked at me. The attraction was just as deep and pulsating for me as it had ever been, the pull on the golden arch over my heart painful, yearning and screaming at me to go back to him. I hated that it still existed, the shock of the soulmate symbol still in existence even though I had been rejected, and he was supposed to be dead!

Even as she spoke, part of her braced for rejection, but the other part, the reckless part, desperately wanted to hear the truth. “I don’t even know how to explain it,” Mason muttered, finally stepping back—just a little. “From the first moment I saw you, something inside me reacted. It wasn’t overwhelming, not enough to call you my mate… but it was there. A spark. My wolf felt it too.”

That's good because the last thing I want is for him to have a glance at my glowing eyes. His rejection shattered my heart into small pieces. My mate rejected me! I held both my knees and buried my face while crying my heart out. Why am I so unlucky in life? My mate just rejected me and I couldn't have a mate again. How cruel can he be? I feel so useless now. I balled my fist, then stood up with tears that blurred my vision and ran towards the barn while sobbing and slamming the door when I got inside. Layla startled and yelped.

To cling to him the way I've clung to the scraps of our marriage for three years. "I accept it gladly." I let the words hang in the air between us. "Because you were never worthy of being my mate." The pack gasps. Collective. Shocked. Sharp intakes of breath that sound like wind through trees. Defiance in a rejection ritual is unheard of. The rejected mate is supposed to submit. To accept their shame with grace. To disappear quietly into exile. I'm not disappearing quietly into anything. Elder Silas stands. His face is red. Angry. "Girl, you will show respect..."