His Rejected Chubby Mate Novels & Stories

"And I already am in love with Hailey, and I can't leave her for a slave slut" He said his words hitting home. "So I'm here to reject you" My heart flipped into my stomach at the mention of rejection. "I Alpha Ethan Woodley rejects ye Elora Whiteford as my mate and luna" He said pain flashing in his eyes but was gone in a matter of seconds. "Accepting it would help reduce the pain" He said softly. Softly, who am I kidding? Ethan speaks to me softly. It seems like I'm going crazy already. "Uh alright-"

“It’ll be good for you to get out. All you do is work and stay home, Luna. You’re too beautiful to waste away like this.” My insides shifted uncomfortably. I didn’t like where this conversation was going, but I let her prattle on without comment, my mind still on Leo. “Your mate is gone, honey, but that doesn’t mean you can’t still have fun, you know?” “Yep,” I replied shortly, wishing she’d get the hint. I quickened my pace as we turned the block, stepping off the curb and into the gutter as a teen on a bicycle flew down the street, his cheeks pink with concern as night fell around us.

Carla screamed the rejection chants at me but I couldn't hear a thing anymore. “I don't want you to be my mate, I want the Alpha King, not you, ” I was deaf to everything she said since I heard her say “No, I don't want you to be my mate, ” I've never felt so rejected in my whole life. My own mate rejected me. Even if I hadn't been searching for her as long as Reagan had been searching for his Mate, I was hoping to find her, but now that I found her, she rejected me because she's obsessed with my best friend.

He paused, briefly locked eyes with her through the mirror and went on to adjust the necktie. “But if it makes you feel better; You are not my mate and never will be. And if by the slightest chance, which is next to impossible in this case, you happen to be one then I, Jordan Westhund, reject you, Selly as my mate and server whatever bonds exist between us.”

“Bitch, there is no way we ran out on our second chance mate,” Cherry said, voice ringing in my head with all the fire and zero tact. “No, no, no,” I muttered, pacing the tiny staff room behind the kitchens. My hands were shaking. “This can’t be happening, Cherry. I just got rejected. One week ago. I haven’t even healed, god help me. And now I have a new mate? Already?” Not just any mate. A rich-as-hell, terrifyingly powerful Alpha.

“*Look at me!*” With shaky hands, I slowly looked up at him. Zach bent down to my level, his gaze locked onto mine. Then suddenly, he grabbed me by the hair, pulling so hard that I winced in pain. His voice was filled with hatred as he spat, “You don’t even measure up to a bug in my world, so you thinking you can be my mate is beyond ridiculous.” Then came the final blow: “I, Zach Storm, reject you as my mate.”

Yup, she was mine. “She is absolutely mine,” I said. Chad raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders. “Well, she was certainly my mate last night. All the signs were there, but I didn’t want her as my partner for life. So I rejected her.” Once again, his words baffled me. Rejected her? What in the world did she do to deserve that? I glanced at my mate, who had clearly gone through a lot. Although I could see signs of healing, the process was rather slow.

"But think of it this way. We can simply reject each other as soon as we find our second chance mate, and everything can go back to normal. I promise you, everything will work out just fine. Trust me." "You think that by finding your second chance, everything will go back to normal?" Levi shrieked, throwing his arms in the air. "It is easier said than done!" "What is?" I asked, knitting my eyebrows together. What was Levi going on about? "Finding a second chance, mate!" Levi snorted. "You have about a one in a million chance of getting one." "No, it is not," I argue. "Second chance mates still exist. Rejected wolves can still find love a second time."

Since I've confirmed Mor knows about his rejection now I can ask, “Who rejected him? Who was his mate?” Mor is silent for a while, but she gradually responds, “I don’t know. He said he never got to see the face of his mate. He shifted in the dark of the woods on a moonless night. Tracked his mate by scent, and when he found then he shifted back, except his mate didn’t have any problem subduing him, hand over eyes, another arm under waist. According to his description the person was larger, stronger. And just when he could feel their mate bond pulsing strongly, strong as if they lived in one skin, he says his mate rejected him.

GABE The words cemented themselves in my brain as the thud of fists meeting leather echoed in the gym, accompanied by grunts and rhythmic feet on the mat. “I, Mila Davis, reject you, Alpha Gabe, as my mate.” No matter how many times I replayed them, the ache didn’t lessen. The rejection should have freed me, should have severed the bond. But Spencer still howled for her in the depths of my mind, clawing against the walls I built to keep him restrained. She wasn’t ours anymore. She made that clear.