His Rejected Chubby Mate Novels & Stories

Not like I wanted to take note but it was hard not to as he came so close and very quickly so I wouldn’t stalk backward again. I looked around, hearing all he just and refusing to let that bother me. I tried to force myself out of the close proximity, not minding that his parents, the twins, Kade and Molly were outside watching every single move we made and listening to us but dared not to interfere. “No.. no you can’t explain this one and i don’t want you. I LILY .. I LILY STONE reject Jaden Stone as my mate!” I screamed out loud at him and he surprised me by grabbing me by the arm, drawing me every bit closer to him as he looked hurt but no I wasn't going to pay attention to that.

“Then what was it?” His voice drops lower. “Respect.” “That’s not what it felt like.” The words hang heavy between us. The crowd begins to disperse, whispers rising again. I hear snippets…. “Alpha’s mate,” “rogue Luna,” “charity case.” I clench my fists until my nails cut skin. Rhea murmurs beside me, “They’ll talk for a while, then they’ll forget.” “No, they won’t.” Damon steps closer. “Ignore them.”

"You are MY MATE! I have EVERY right to touch you!" He growled in warning. "We are NOT mates! I would never accept someone like you!" He spat at her, he kept looking anywhere but her. He ran his hands through his hair. "Lets just get this over with. I, Heath Samelson, reject you, Zoey Travis, as my mate. Now accept the rejection!"

Damon smirked and I rolled my eyes at him. I mumbled a few words, one that I recalled from when I was about one sacrificed and it’s a good thing it worked when my eyes met both of them. “I accept Dante and Damon wholeheartedly as my mate. As people who are bound to me.” I breathe out. “Stop her.” Dante kept yelling, yelling is not a good look on him, I had thought he had things figured out; he didn’t care what we were doing and he was going to do his thing:

I knew he was powerful, wealthy, extremely attractive, and influential, but I didn’t understand why he was telling me directly that I had no choice but to go along with whatever he wanted. Still, I couldn’t say anything out loud. I kept my thoughts to myself. "I’m not sure I understand what you mean, Alpha," I said quietly. A slight smirk formed on his lips as he stood up to face me. His physical presence was overwhelming. His height, his broad shoulders, his confidence, it was all intense. "I am taking you as a mate. Send your response to this number before 8 AM tomorrow," he said firmly, placing a note on the table.

My lips curl into a smirk. “Oh?” I taunt. "Did you think you were Special just because we are mate? That you could use the mate bond to make me accept you?" I tilt my head, eyes flashing with challenge. "I rejected one mate before you, and I’ll reject you just as easily." "So that’s what’s giving you confidence," he snarls, his fingers twitching like he’s seconds away from grabbing me. "You think I’m just like your pathetic excuse of a first mate?"

He'd just say, "What are you upset about now?" I lay in bed and thought through one entire night. About the pack gathering when I was twelve, where I'd first seen him: the rogue orphan Silvercrest had taken in, who'd beaten three Alpha candidates to inherit the title. The way my heart had cracked open at the sight of him. About begging my father at sixteen to back his bid to formally take Silvercrest. About my hands shaking with hope on the day I accepted the mate bond. This time, I wouldn't. Kieran came down in the black Tom Ford suit my designer had fitted for him. Stripped of the mud and the prison rags, he stood like a drawn blade.

"I release you from my side." "No," I choked out, hot tears finally spilling over my lashes, dropping onto the floor. "Caomh, please." "I accept Dreda Jaida Penn as my chosen mate, and the mother of my heir." The invisible thread snapped. A deafening crack echoed loudly in my ears, followed immediately by a rush of freezing emptiness. The warmth I had felt every single time Caomh was near vanished, replaced by a hollow, aching void in the center of my chest. I gasped for air, pressing my forehead against the floor. My vision blurred heavily. My wolf whined, curling into a tight, miserable ball in the dark corners of my mind, going completely silent.

“—reject you, Sera Voss, as my destined mate.” Everything around me shattered. The pain wasn’t emotional at first. It was physical. Like something invisible slammed violently into my chest, knocking the air from my lungs. My knees gave out beneath me, and I grabbed the edge of his desk before I could collapse completely. Then I felt it. The mate bond. That warm connection that had lived inside me since the moment we found each other. Gone. Snapped apart so suddenly it felt unbearable. An empty ache spread through my chest, cold and hollow, as if something had been ripped out of me without mercy. My body struggled to process the loss.

And for the first time since I came here, into his room… my breath faltered. “Let me go, Alpha Liam,” I struggled against his firm grip, pushing, twisting. But his hold only tightened further. “How about I show you how to be a proper, submissive mate?” he muttered darkly, his gaze dragging slowly over my body, lingering in ways that made my skin crawl. I could almost hear the low rumble in his chest as he leaned closer, his breath brushing against my face, hot, heavy… mixed with alcohol. “I’m no longer your mate, remember?” My voice came out strained. “You rejected me already… can’t you just let me…”