His Rejection His Loss Novels & Stories

He just keeps on hurting my feelings and it kills me. “But he’s the only one that could help us Ell. Let’s just endure the pain.” Amari was right. I sigh in defeat. He faced me with his amber eyes that scrutinized my own soul. “Until you accepted my rejection.” I was taken aback. “What if I don’t?” He looked surprise but instantly mask it with a straight face. “Then you suffer.”

The tears were there, hot and heavy in my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. He wasn’t worth that. “I accept your rejection,” I said, though my voice trembled. “And one day, Owen…you’ll realize what you lost.” He let out a short laugh. “The only thing I’m losing is dead weight.” I watched him turn his back on me without a second thought. No hesitation. No guilt. Just like that…he walked away. And I stood there…trembling, broken, but still not crying. Not yet. I wouldn’t give him that.

And for a moment, I almost believed him. But no. I couldn’t. I couldn’t give in like this. I’d rather die than believe another man. I tugged my arm free, this time with enough force to break his grip. I glanced at him, the walls inside me were already crumbling. And for the first time, I felt... something. Something I can’t ignore. “Hell, No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I’m not some charity case.” “Doesn’t matter.” Nathan’s voice hardens. “You’re not leaving.”

"Did he think that after he prioritized his career over me, I will accept it wholeheartedly?" I panted and threw a death glare at him. “Mr. Ford, it’s been four years. It already happened and all we need is to move on. And for you to know, I haven’t read even a piece of your letter. You chose to leave, so what changes it would make if I had read your letters?” I said as flawlessly as I could, although my nerves were getting weak. His rejection shattered me into million pieces, and the pain he imposed on me when I begged him to stay but he refused, couldn't be healed by just a mere piece of paper. “Mr. Ford, I don’t need any apologies from you. You chased for your dreams and you did the right

I cry harder, wishing I could just fall asleep and never wake up. I was so foolish to think Luca could ever love me. Maybe I misread the signs. Maybe I was too hopeful. Or maybe I just wanted it so badly that I convinced myself it was possible. But now, after the way he looked at me when I poured my heart out, I know. There was no spark in his eyes, no warmth. Only pity. It’s over. And I’ve accepted that. As painful as it is, I know when to stop fighting. This time, I’ll let go. I have to. It’s the only way I’ll ever find peace.

How do I accept his rejection when I don’t have a wolf? “I can’t accept your rejection,” I whimper, staring at my feet. I can’t meet his blazing eyes. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling hands. I look up at him, pleading with my words. “Please, don’t reject me.” “Just shut your fucking mouth and accept my rejection,” he screams. “My time is gold.” “I’m sorry. I can’t accept your rejection.” “And why is that?” He asks, “Why can’t you accept my rejection?”

“Adam, they’re lying. I would never-” I try to touch him, but he pulls his arm away from me in disgust and anger, and I feel something shatter within me. Rejection. He’s rejecting me. And just like that, my last bit of hope dies.

He was also feeling the pain of the rejection. “It will continue to get worse until you accept the rejection,” he grunted through his own pain. I didn’t know if this was true or not, but I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. It’s so rare for someone to actually reject their mate that there weren’t many details on what happened, or what it was like. The pain increased again, and Atticus and I were both physically bending under the pain and the weight of the rejection. “Accept it,” he growled.

Those unpredictable eyes stared straight at me, then moved to the pile of 'trash'. He frowned, his voice carrying a trace of incredulous hoarseness. "Why are you throwing them away?" My tone was ice-cold. "Useless garbage obviously needs to be thrown out." The moment those words left my mouth, I felt an incredible sense of relief. However, Jaden did not feel the same way. He clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands as if he were desperately restraining something. I thought I was about to receive another brutal beating like last time.

The night was heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension. After the confrontation with my uncle and aunt, I retreated to my room, the weight of Christopher’s rejection pressing down on me like a physical force. The envelope of money he’d given me sat on the edge of my desk, untouched, a silent reminder of his cold dismissal. I couldn’t bring myself to open it. It felt like accepting it would mean admitting defeat, and I wasn’t ready to do that—not yet.