His Rejected Mate Novels & Stories

Did he just say what I think he did? Kaya howled and ran off to the depths of my mind; sadness radiated from her. He went on when I remained silent. "She is my chosen mate," he explained. "And I love her." He turned to face his table, and a foolish smile appeared on his lips. He shot her the kind of look I had always desired coming from my mate. "I want to mate her by the end of summer," he said, gradually turning his gaze to face me. "I, Alpha Noah Winslow of the Red Howl Pack, reject you, Zara, as my mate and Luna."

I shifted and chased after her, but the next moment, I felt pain hit me as she rejected me. "I Jasmine Heart reject you, Kaiden Fire as my mate. I hope she makes you happy," her voice broke on a sob as my wolf howled loud in my head. I let out a loud howl as my heart broke. Fuck me. I started searching for her right away, but Jasmine cut off Fireside pack right after crossing the border. She was like a damn ghost. I sighed as I sat at my desk doing alpha duties. Cecilia walked in, but I couldn't look at her. It disgusted me now. Yes, we have a long history, but since knowing my mate is out there alone, I become distant from her.

“And then you’ll be free. You’ll run as a wolf, howl under the moon, and meet your true mate.” “But what if I don’t? What if I end up like you, Henry, or rejected like Ria? I don’t think I could survive it.” “Then you wait. A few years, maybe. And if you still don’t find him—you could choose me. We could be mates by choice. Not a bad option, right? I’m amazing, after all.” He winked again, his face heating with affection. I knew he liked me. He always had. And maybe he was right—it wouldn’t be the worst choice. But doubts gnawed at me.

“We’re over.” I swallowed hard. “You’re breaking up with me… your mate… because of her?” He hesitated, then scoffed bitterly. “You know what? Scratch that.” His eyes were cold now. “I reject you as my mate.”

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:

His expression fell, and he lowered his head like my words had knocked the breath out of him. “Do you like him?” I finally asked, breaking the awkward silence. He didn’t answer right away. He just kept staring at the floor like he was waiting for it to swallow him whole. I was about to apologize for pushing too far when he muttered, “It’s not really a question. We are mates.” “You can still be mates and not fully be fated for each other,” I said, folding my arms. “Isn’t that why mate rejection now exists? So you’re not stuck with someone forever just because some bond says so. Unlike the past.”

“—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.

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.

The words struck harder than any blow. Gasps exploded around us. Someone laughed outright. I felt every eye burn into my skin as if I were standing naked beneath the moon. “I, Alpha Kael of the North Ridge Pack,” he continued, voice unwavering, “reject Elara as my mate and future Luna.” My knees buckled. I barely caught myself before I fell. Inside me, my wolf screamed. “Please,” I whispered, humiliation choking me. “The bond, it can’t be undone so easily. We’re meant...”

I sat there with a spoonful of cake halfway to my mouth, and for the first time all evening, I heard the Queen’s voice in my head: Everyone says that when they want something. No, I told myself firmly. I was not going to let a cold old woman unsettle me. This was nothing. Julian was grieving, in his way. He had lived with the idea of a fated mate his whole life. It was natural that the break would hurt him for a little while. Once the shock faded, once he forgot about my sister’s fat, tearful face and her stupid golden eyes, he would see what was right in front of him. It would pass. These things always passed.