His Rejection His Loss Novels & Stories

Yet… When I looked at him, even though I knew losing him was the right choice, I couldn’t make myself say the words that would send him away. With a sigh, I said, “There are some painkillers I can prescribe that would help take the edge off. But it’s not a permanent solution. Eventually you are going to have to accept the rejection.” “I don’t believe that,” he said. His confidence was both inspiring and infuriating. “Someday, you will accept my love again.” How could he be so damn confident? Couldn’t he see the pain we were always causing each other? Even now, because of this, Julian would have to face Julian in the ring.

Six months into my grim bone cancer diagnosis, the doctor urged me to get hospitalized before it was too late. Broke and out of options, I dialed Morgan Kramer one final time. What answered me was her 100th rejection. Despairing, I gripped the diagnosis papers and shuffled alone to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I said to the clerk. He froze. "You're dealing with something heavy? Where is your family?"

“I reject you.” My knees buckled, and I almost collapsed right there on the riverbank. My entire world shattered in an instant. “No… no, you can’t,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please, Jake, don’t reject me.” He turned back, his face filled with disgust. “I don’t want a weakling for a mate. I deserve better.”

“I will not accept your rejection.” Frustration surged inside me, hot and fierce. I took another deep breath, my voice shaking with the intensity of my emotions. “You have to! Don’t you get it? We can never be together. And soon enough, I will die. You will have to go through the pain of losing your mate. I’ve seen many go through that, and I would not wish it on my worst enemy.” I tried to speak again, to reject him, but he stepped closer, his voice cutting through mine. “Nikita, listen to me for once, would you? I will not accept your rejection.”

Go home and think about it, "you might be making the biggest mistake of your life, he added before walking out on me. I stormed out of the house without letting his parents know l was leaving, l signaled to the driver to know that l was ready to go, and we drove out of Fosters mansion, l wiped my tears leaving no drop, l didn't want the driver or anyone else to know that I was in tears. Rejection has always been my biggest fear, l have never been rejected by a man before, and l always do the rejecting, l could have given up at this point but l won't, for some reason, I felt that he will learn to love me with time

“I won’t accept this" The words hung in the air, each syllable a dagger to my heart. My breath hitched as the rejection slammed into me, the bond unraveling before it had even fully formed. “No" I whispered, the plea barely audible as the reality of his words crashed over me. But he was already turning away, the decision made. “Liam, are you going to reject her?” another man asked, a smug smile curling his lips. “There’s no need to keep her, not when you have better options"

“Ma’am?” “It’s done,” I said softly. He opened the door without a word. The drive was quiet. I kept my eyes on the window, the city blurring past in shades of steel and sunlight. Rejection wasn’t new. But this one — this one stung because it was logical. Because Dalton wasn’t cruel or dismissive; he was right. And somehow that made it worse. I pressed my fingers against my temple, fighting the familiar burn behind my eyes. “He mentioned Jason,” I muttered finally.

Wiping away the tears that didn’t even stop from that moment, I immediately drove home. My mom opened the door and my dad was standing behind her. “What happened Ariana? Don’t you have school?” “Lucas Klein is my mate.” I mumbled and my dad jumped in joy. “But–but.” “But what?” “But he rejected me.” The pain was still unbearable as I tried to fight it. With my wolf whining, I couldn’t even do anything. “It hurts mom.” I cried wishing that she would hug me and tell me that it was going to get better.

Maybe? My assumptions were proven correct when he finally responded. “I never intended to hurt you, Aure,” he said to me. “I’m so sorry for the pain that I have caused you.” “Thank you,” were the only words that I could think to say at this point. “Come,” he said. “Let’s get this over with. Unless everyone want’s to be a party to that as well.” there was clear sarcasm in his voice when he said this. “Go on,” said his father. “A rejection is something that truly warrants privacy.”

I correct, frowning up at him. He thinks on it for a moment, which is a reminder of how, like me, he has to look deep to reach his shifter sensibilities and bring them to the forefront of his mind. “Losing a mate. Being rejected. Something along those lines.” “You are correct!” I clap, and he frowns so deeply I have to lean toward him to smooth the lines around his mouth to stop them from settling permanently. “Can you imagine if I’d rejected you? Oh, man. You would’ve buried KiloKilo under leagues of water. I know it.”