His Rejection His Loss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

‘It’s merely false support – they truly believe they can control me once I succeed my father’s position… disgustingly greedy old men. As I was peacefully sitting by the balcony, I saw a small figure hopping. I immediately smirk as I look closely – it was clearly Nathan. As he presented his exit pass, I immediately ran at full speed to bother him… I have nothing else to do anyway. “I’m sorry – we can’t accept this exit pas-,” I frowned as I heard the gate’s guard look down at Nathan. Judging from the pass, it was clearly an exit pass from my brother. ‘They look down on my brother so much – it’s frustrating, but I can’t speak out about it… not yet.’

he said, his tone heavy with regret, "I, Alpha Dominic, reject you as my mate and future Luna." Those words hung in the air, a painful proclamation that marked the end of a brief, intimate story, it was like a one-night stand. The shock of his rejection pierced through me, leaving a deep wound that I knew would take a long time to heal.

she sobs not even wanting to accept his rejection because deep down inside her she has feelings for him but Cora was right "Maynard accept your rejection" and she runs off crying leaving him behind.

Two weeks passed like a blur, anxiety crippled Pamala. There were no other letters or threat. Whoever it was must have been bluffing, it was a silly trick. She didn't dwell too much on it. She was anxious about stepping outside, now the news of her Rejection had spread like wildfire she didn't want to people people throwing her looks of mockery or pity anywhere she went to, so she didn't go out at all. But it would be good to find a job and support her parents now that her hope for a mate was crushed. It was hard living, she felt like a shell. It hadn't gotten better but she was learning to cope with the pain.

I reached out, my fingers barely brushed the sleeve of his shirt, begging him without words to just stay in that magical moment for one second longer. “We can’t.” He shook his head, stepping back until the distance between us felt massive “It won’t work. It can’t work” his tone told me he was talking more to himself. I stood there, trembling and bracing myself. I knew rejections could hurt. I felt like I was standing in front of a firing squad, knowing the bullet was coming but unable to move. Unable to protect myself. He drew himself up to his full height, his face became a mask of stone. He had decided and he wasn’t changing his mind.

he pronounced firmly. The finality in his voice shattered what little hope I had left in me. I could see Cynthia standing behind him, and her eyes were glinting with satisfaction. She had won, and I had lost everything. With a deep, shuddering breath, I forced myself to stand tall, despite the pain that was currently coursing through my body. “If that’s what you want, Reese, then yes, I accept the rejection,” I said. My voice was steady despite the tears streaming down my face. “But mark my words. You will definitely regret rejecting me. You will see the truth, and when you do, it will be too late.”

How could you even be jealous of your own brother? "Honestly, just drown in your jealousy! If Timothy's condition worsens because of you, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life!" The words I was about to say got stuck in my throat. As I listened to her barrage of verbal attacks, I was full of bitterness. By the end, when my heart felt like it had been torn to shreds, I rasped out a question. "Beverly, have you ever really considered me your boyfriend?" The other end of the line went quiet.

He was right, my pride messes up things. "Just because the mate bond between you guys stays strong despite rejection, doesn't mean that Violet will always be here. The same way the moon goddess refuses to severe the mate bond between the both of you, she could just as well make it crumble entirely and you might lose Violet forever," I felt a headache coming when I heard those words. Being at odds with Violet is depressing, losing forever will kill me.

That I accept his rejection? I'm on a hospital bed with my legs hanging, don't even know if I am going to be able to walk again after being hit by one of his psychopath pack drivers and he wants me to accept his rejection. If I thought this guy was crazy, now I think he needs asylum. "No, I will not accept your rejection, King," . . .

Ezra says. “Ezra, I’m not stopping you from speaking, but there’s nothing you can say that will change anything. What do you want from me at this point?” This time, instead of getting angry or trying to take me by force, he drops to his knees, looking defeated. “I feel…like I’m dying,” he mutters. “Then accept the rejection. Eventually, the pain will go away.” He’s silent for a few seconds before he slowly shakes his head and whispers, “I can’t.”