His Rejected Chubby Mate Novels & Stories

I gasped, putting my hand over my heart. "What's wrong with us?" I asked out loud. "The bond," Breeze whispered inside my head. Her voice was so weak, I could barely hear it. "He's breaking the bond." "But he didn't reject me," I said. "Not officially. He didn't say the words." "He rejected us in front of the whole pack," Breeze said. "He claimed another as his mate. That's rejection enough." She was right. The mate bond couldn't survive that. Even without the formal words, Dante had made his choice clear. He didn't want me.

"In that case, I accept your proposal. On one condition." "What is it?" "When this is all over, if you wish to leave, I will not stop you," Marcus said gently. "I want a mate who comes to me willingly, not one bound by a promise of revenge." I looked at this man. He was the complete opposite of Adrian. Mature, steady, and respectful of my choices. "Deal," I said, holding out my hand. Marcus took it, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my knuckles. "Then, as of today, Elena Astoria-Whitehawk, I am your intended mate."

“I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to call you post Mateball. Part of me was hoping you’d be enjoying mated bliss.” “Oh,” I rubbed my eyes. “No, sorry.” Victoria sighed. “What happened?” “Well,” I huffed. No doubt she was going to be disappointed. “I felt the pull of a fated mate,” I said. “But then, when I found him, he – uh – rejected me.” “Rejected?!” Victoria squeaked. “Oh, Gods above, I am so sorry, my love.” “Yeah,” I dropped my hand in my lap to fiddle with the hem of my shirt. “It kind of sucked. Really hurt, actually.”

“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.

“There’s no way you thought I would have chosen you as my mate. If I hadn’t met Ivy, it would have definitely been someone else. Someone more…petite. More easy to look at.” Jaxon just shaded me for being chubby. I’ve always known in the back of my mind that he didn’t like chubby girls. His backhanded compliments to me every time were enough clues. It got me obsessed with losing weight. But I never thought he loathed me this much. “You’re too chubby to be my mate. What are my friends gonnathink of me if I take you as my mate? I’m gonna become a laughingstock to them. You think I’m capable of taking such a risk?”

Failed. Miriam Blackthorn stood in the corridor. Her eyes moved—streamers, the arrangement of us, Rhys's hand still holding mine. Her arms folded. I let go of his hand. Dropped my head. "What is going on in here?" Rhys reached over and took my hand back. I looked at him. He didn't look at me. He looked at his mother. "Mara is our mate, Mom." Quiet. Miriam looked at me for a long moment. Not at her sons. At me. Her expression stayed warm, nearly perfect, the kind of smile that cost nothing because it meant nothing.

She was my niece, there aren't any rules saying my family couldn't visit me. When I explained to him that she was having troubles with her mate, Jaxs' voice made shivers run down my spine. "Mate? HER MATE?" My eyes went wide. Why was he upset about this? None of this is making sense! And there's Max, just standing in the doorway, grinning like the fucking idiot he is. But the next words that Jax said, had my mind messed up. "MATE!" WHAT? Mate? She already had a mate and rejected him! There's no such thing as second chance mates. If you reject your mate, that's it. Your only choice is a chosen mate.

Shikoba’s AI voice asked as she focused on me. “You bet.” I smiled. “So here’s the deal. You’re Rohan’s second chance mate. That means before knowing you, he had another mate. A total dickweed from a pack in Paris. The jerk rejected Rohan because he didn’t want people to know he liked men.” I rolled my eyes. Shikoba frowned and quickly typed her reply. “What happens when someone is rejected by their mate?” “You know how people say they were heartbroken and yadda after a breakup?” Jonathan interjected. Shikoba nodded.

if you just stall them a few minutes longer lower back up will be here' he pleaded. 'I'll try' I said nervously. "Why are you here? You rejected me" I spat at Chase. "You're my mate and I realized that you can pop out my pups quicker than each person else... no longer to mention more of them" he chuckled and Troy snapped at him. "We are no longer mates" I stated firmly.

My god! Before I say anything he growled and mumbled, "Mate". I smiled at him. Suddenly, his golden eyes disappeared, and he gave me dead glares by scanning me from top to toe. I gulped and licked my dry lips. He scoffed and voiced, "My mate is a whore." By hearing me my heart strung with unbearable pain. My tears began to form in my eyes to roll down. He huffed and said, "Stop your drama I never in my dream that I would meet my mate in a place like this. I don't want a mate like you. I " Before he continue his painful rejection, we both flinched with a loud roaring growl. When I turned to another side of the door I came in here,