Claimed After Being Rejected Novels & Stories

Ela said. Mara was quiet for a moment. She had told Ela the shape of the story, carefully and age-appropriately, across several conversations over the past year. The rejection. The difficulty that followed. The wrong door at the gala. She had told it honestly and without the softening that would have made it less true.

I started cleaning up around the roses doing my best to ignore her taunts. Does the Marquess know you tried to force yourself on the crowned prince? And that you ran in shame when he rejected you” She taunted. This made me freeze, there’s no way she could know about our kiss. She continued on with her taunts. “I wonder how the Duchess Fallon Von Keem would feel if she knew that you were trying to whore your way into the crowned prince's bed.” She snickered.

Better to be rejected than murdered in my opinion even though I did hear rumors here and there than being rejected was sometimes even worse than death in itself. The rejection supposedly left your soul empty and there was no happiness left in you. In time you turn into a vicious beast that cares for nothing and no one. That was not the best option either, but I was adamant to believe that those rumors were just that. Rumors. You know what they say, you tell yourself anything just to make an excuse for your actions or something like that.

I can see the fear in her eyes as I stand before her. “I, Alpha Dean Smith, reject you, Tamara Brown, you pathetic little orphan, as my mate and Luna,” I say. I have plans for this pack, and I first want to eliminate all the pathetic wolves in my pack. I can not believe that the Moon Goddess played such a trick on me by giving me the most pathetic she-wolf in his pack as my mate. “I, Tamara Brown, accept your rejection, Alpha Dean Smith. I may be a pathetic orphan in your eyes, but my parents gave their lives for your pack,” Tamara says. I am furious! How dare she not beg me to make her stay?

She had expected that singular fact to throw me off, little did she know that I had thoroughly thought this true and figured every possible outcome by myself. "But where would that leave you on the grand scale of things? No matter how you try to sound or make it sound, you would be nothing but a reject. Your story would be a classical, one true one of FROM GRACES TO GRASSES. People would mock you, call you names. Hell! The news hasn't even gotten out, and people have already called you cursed."

"We've faced tough challenges before, and we've always come out on top. This time won't be any different." With a nod of agreement, Alex stepped back, his resolve visibly strengthened. As he rejoined the ranks of our team, I watched them depart, a sense of pride swelling within me. Whatever obstacles lay ahead, I knew they would face them head-on, fueled by their unwavering determination and the knowledge that failure was simply not an option.

I clenched my fists by my sides, controlling the urge to punch her in the face, “He's mine. He's marked me already.” “You think I've not heard your story?” She laughed, her voice rising against the sound of the swords clashing against each other. “You're the one who was forced to reject your mate. You're a disgrace to women. You rejected your mate, and now you're in love with a man who made you do such? How pathetic must you be? Do you go on falling for everyone you meet?”

Nico said. The atmosphere of the room filled with disbelief, but Ares, Akoni, and Mia kept a smile on like they knew about this all along. I still felt frustrated that I had to go through all that pain and suffering of being rejected for nothing, “You knew about this all along, didn't you.” I groan.

I called, but she didn’t stop. She kept walking, her face unreadable. I reached her, grabbing her arm gently. "Elara, what happened?" She finally turned to me, her expression unreadable. But the second I saw the glimmer of unshed tears in her eyes, I knew. “They rejected me,” she whispered. The words hit like a dagger to my chest. “Elara…” "They declared me unworthy, Kael," she said bitterly, laughing without humor. I shook my head, gripping her shoulders. “That’s not true. You still have me.”

JASMINE BROOKE "Anyone that doesn't want to ally with us, kill them all. It doesn't matter who they are" I ordered some of the rogues who were chosen to attack the remaining packs. Why do you think I ended up this way? Hot-tempered, brutal, independent and Fearless. Yes, I had to adjust to life to survive. The world doesn't like weakness, it's an actual disaster. Weakness is a disease that devours your every flesh, and sips your every last breath until you become lifeless and useless. I could take in any feeling, humiliation and pain, but definitely not rejection. It is the most brutal form of wickedness and punishment. No one deserves to be rejected, nothing, not even an animal. I was rejec