Harry Potter Rejected By His Mates Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He was growling before I caught myself. "Well, in high school, he was ready to date and the girl he liked didn't like me so our friendship started to fall apart. Then we turned eighteen and found out we were mates. He didn't want to be with me as a friend so it made sense that I wasn't worthy of being his mate then. He – he rejected me and forbade me from telling anyone." I left out the part that once I noticed we were mates, I planned a big gesture to get with him. I didn't mention how I'd been so excited, how Celeste had been so excited, for me to ask Lucien out.

He clenched his jaws, unsure whether to strike Harry or try to comfort him. "Shit," Wayne had whispered, interrupting the Mad One's train of thought. "But how is it possible that your Mate rejected you? She wasn't even there. I mean, she wasn't standing in front of you to take her rejection vows. And, even if she had, you were in a coma, Harry. You couldn't have heard her or even accepted her rejection. It seems completely impossible to me!" Harry felt a stab in the heart. And he began to stammer under the emotion he could no longer control. He wiped his eyes nervously with the back of his forearm, trying to dry his tears.

I blabbed and laughed awkwardly. "So after that, what happened? Did you guys kiss and mate afterward?" She asked curiously, her eyes beaming with hope. "No... My mate rejected me afterward." I told her and I could see her shoulders deflate. "Why? What happened? Didn't he like you? Mom says a mate rejection is always so painful!"

After a few minutes, I react and tell him it's time for us to leave, since I don't want us to have any problems on the way. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking," he runs after me until he feels his arms trap me, "I didn't want to leave, but it's work." "It's your job, I understand, and I'm not blaming you for anything, but you have to take advantage of me when I give you a chance because I'm not always in a good mood if they reject me..." Ugh, I'm being too dramatic, and I hate that. After saying that, he lets out a deep sigh after resting his chin on my shoulder, and with a little difficulty he lets a few things out. Harry's voice trembles when he tells me that he found out his mother doesn't a

He didn't want to hide it from his sister, before she found out herself. “Lily.” He paused. “I found my mate.” Her eyebrows shot up. “Then why aren’t you happy? What did she do?” He rubbed the back of his neck…a habit does when he's nervous. “She rejected me.” “She what?” Lily’s eyes went wide. “Well, she’s an idiot. She just missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” She said, trying to lighten up the tense mood. A reluctant chuckle escaped him. “If you say so.”

“No. It wasn’t him… it was his friend.” She frowned deeply. “His friend? How can his friend make you cry?” “Because he’s my mate,” I whispered, and my voice cracked again. “The friend he told us about… the one who lives near us… is my mate. And he rejected me. Just like that. Without thinking.” Lena froze. “What?” she whispered, her voice breaking. I nodded, tears falling again. “He rejected me, Lena. My mate rejected me.” Her expression shifted from shock to anger to sadness. She pulled me into her arms tightly.

“Alpha, the Moon Goddess does not make—” “I **reject** her.” The hall fell into stunned silence. My heart stopped. Rejection. He said it so easily. So publicly. Kael’s voice rose, carrying through every corner of the packhouse. “I, Alpha Kael of Crescent Night, reject Liora as my mate.” The bond snapped violently inside my chest. Pain exploded through me. I gasped, collapsing to my knees as the force ripped through my body like lightning. Wolves around me stepped back quickly, afraid to touch the aftermath of an Alpha’s rejection.

I rolled my eyes at him with a laugh and scooted over so that he could join us in the front. “What are you thinking about, honey?” My mum asked. We were a close family – most werewolves were, though I had heard of a few outliers. I was glad that we were; I depended on my parents, and I couldn’t imagine life without their love and guidance. I relaxed back into my seat. “Honestly? Jacob.” Neither of them seemed surprised by my answer, so I waited a beat before speaking again. “He’s said – he’s said he’d reject his mate for me,” I stuttered.

"A person can forgive, but they can never truly forget. You know that, don't you? Harry, clear all these delusions in your head about me being your mate, because I'm not." "I refuse to be. You're not my mate, and you'll never be." My words are sharp, and they cut deep. I see the strangled look on Harry's face as he assimilates everything. There's a pained look in his face, and it's good. I hit home. He deserves to feel this way. He deserves to know what it means to truly have no one. I give him time for everything I told him in the past few minutes to sink in. He says something to himself after a while, but I don't quite catch it, and I don't intend to.

The last thing that I wanted was to have anything to do with them and I didn't even want our paths to cross anymore. I would also ensure that I rejected the scholarship because how my name ended up being in that ballot box was still a mystery to me. Clearing my throat almost silently, my voice was barely a whisper. “Thank you guys for saving me out there and as for us being mates, I am sure that there is something wrong somewhere” I paused while Louis who squeezed my hands muttered. “Go on, we are listening” “Hmmm, considering our history, I……” My words trailed. “I would be rejecting you three as mates. I Renee Smith, reject you three as my mates”