His Rejection His Loss Novels & Stories

Remy spat out Emory turned to look at me, holding unto his chest tightly. The tear laced in his eyes getting obvious by the second but I was not moved. If by chance, he tried to attack Remy again, I would not sit still and will join Remy in attacking him too. That was how much I hated him. “You have lost this fight, it is best you surrender” I said without any remorse and rolled my eyes Silence dwelt in our midst for a while as we all exchanged glances before I heard him open his mouth and say “I, Emory Jahuth…accepts yo…uur rejection”

With every breath I took, it felt as if someone was repeatedly squeezing my heart over and over again. The thought of every cherished moment, every of Leland's touch while we made love, and all the memories we had intensifies the pain. "Nothing can be done, Tris," I replied sadly. "It's over now." "What are you waiting for?" The voice of Rhian broke my thoughts, "He doesn't love you, so why force things? Just accept the rejection and let's be done with it," she snarled. "What the hell is going on here?!" A familiar voice interrupted.

The words landed like stones in still water—rippling, disturbing, leaving nothing but bigger ripples of dread. “Fighting what?” I asked, almost laughing again, but there was zero humor in it. Just raw disbelief that clawed at my throat. “There’s nothing there to fight. He rejected me this morning. He said it with his own mouth. ‘I didn’t do it for you.’ ‘You’re a mistake.’ ‘I will reject you in front of everyone.’ That’s not fighting. That’s surrender.” The bond. My breath caught in my lungs, a sharp, painful hitch that made my vision blur at the edges.

“ You will gain nothing from the rejection. If I reject you, you will lose everything. Your status, your money and all your assets, you will become an outcast here and no one will speak to you ever again.” “Why does it sound like you are trying to convince me not to go ahead with it? You’re the one who wants to reject me, remember? So why are you telling me what would happen? I don’t care if no one speaks to me again. In Fact, I would be glad. Do you want me to beg you not to go ahead with the rejection? Oh, thats sad. Too bad I can’t do that because I don’t care.” He scoffed. “You’re going to regret this. I don’t know what made you this way but I know that you will be back on your knees and

"What?" He sighed again, putting a finger under my chin and looking closer at my neck. He was looking at the scars, I just knew it. I shrunk away from him and shoved his hand away, my eyes wide as my chest tightened. "All the pain and suffering you endured, you didn't deserve any of it. You are extremely special and your mate should have treasured you. His decision to reject you was a reflection of him, not you. I hope you understand that." I was crying before I could even process his words. "He only rejected me because I was an omega. If my parents were still alive, I would have been an alpha," I gritted out, my voice cracking with emotion.

I continued, weakly chuckling. “Are you doing this because you still can’t accept my rejection?” I was taken aback by Samuel’s sudden question. It was definitely the biggest and lowest slump I ever had when he rejected me. And although not having a wolf may decrease the pain, it won’t make it completely disappear. There was a huge part of me I lost when he rejected me. The only thing I was holding onto was not accepting it. I made myself believe that if I didn’t accept his rejection then it wouldn’t tear me into shattered pieces.

My fingers curled slightly against his shirt, gripping the fabric like I needed something to hold onto, like if I let go, I would lose more than just this moment. I moved slowly at first, unsure, my lips brushing against his with a softness that didn’t match the storm building inside me, testing, waiting, Hoping for something, anything. Then he roughly pushed me back. “Don’t do that again.” The rejection hit harder than I expected, sharper, colder, like a sudden drop after a fragile climb, and the way he wiped his mouth made something twist painfully in my chest, but I refused to let it show, refused to step back like I had lost.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I’d take it back if I could. I’d carve it out of my skin if it would make you look at me the way you used to.” He stared at me long enough the fire popped twice in the hearth. Then he shook his head slowly. “The rejection still stands. I said the words. They’re binding. Even if I wanted to take them back the damage was done.” The air left my lungs in a rush. I staggered one step back, hit the edge of the pallet and sat hard. “You don’t mean that.” “I do.” His voice cracked on the last word, betraying him. He cleared his throat and looked away. “You made your choice. Live with it.”

I trailed off, unsure of what to say next, my mind reeling from the rejection. He didn’t let me finish. His eyes swept over me, cold and appraising, as though I were nothing more than a stranger. “I reject you.” The words were a knife to my chest, sharp and merciless. The bond that had just formed between us twisted painfully, as if it were being ripped apart before it even had a chance to solidify. My knees threatened to fail, but I forced myself to stand tall, to fight against the wave of rejection that crashed over me. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, the connection they shared now taunting me with its absence. Every breath hurt, every beat of my heart a reminder of Kael's