His Rejection His Loss Novels & Stories

"I Serenity Martins accept your rejection as your mate and future Luna of The Midnight Moon pack." She saw shock crossing his features. He was not expecting her to accept his rejection but he quickly masks it up and his eyes harden once again. The next thing she knows she was standing alone by herself. The pain hits hard at that moment and she slid down the wall as a rogue tear falls.

Seems like it is a good time to talk and have a good conversation with someone I can really trust. “It hurts.” He said before I could say anything. I smiled at him sadly and nodded. I know what he meant. It feels like being stabbed in the heart several times. “But we are stronger than that.” He told me, making me look into his eyes. “Dad would want us to give up. You should just accept the rejection.” He told me. I frowned as I realised I didn’t know how to do that. Dad had taught me everything except the rejection part. He never told me about mates being rejected. Or how painful it was. He only told me how precious mates were. He told me that mates took care of each other and loved each oth

His voice had shifted now, dark and possessive. He didn’t want me to accept his rejection. He didn’t want to lose his strength. He didn’t want to become weak. Three long years I had endured the agony of being rejected by him, clinging to the hope that he would accept me again. And now, the cruel irony of him not wanting that same pain settled in. “I, Amanda Patrick, accept your rejection, Duncan. Our bond shall be annulled, and we are nothing together anymore!” I shouted, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.

I explained in simple terms. “Oh...” He nodded as though trying to understand my words. “You want her and not me?” he asked, and this time I nodded. “So what do we do about me wanting you?” he asked, and my brows furrowed in confusion. Before I could speak, he casually removed his watch. “You should accept rejection.” “I always get what I want, so why should I accept rejection?” he countered. My hand clutched the side of my dress tightly. Then he pulled his phone from his pocket.

I wished there was something I could do. I really wanted my family back,I wanted to feel the peace but I was loosing everything and trying to keep them together was not working. Every sin has consequences and mine were running fast, towards me. That night I stayed up late thinking,I had put myself in a sticky situation.I remembered how happy my life was before,before I chose revenge.I remembered how Vee showed me true love too,but I shook that off.I could not just assume the way he ignored me back then. He chose my friend over me, knowing very well I loved him more than Mila could ever love him.He still chose her just because I was not pretty enough for him.Just because he was one of the pop

He swung his arm sharply, and the crown landed in Vanessa's hands. "It's yours now," he said coldly. My heart shattered. I thought his heart shattered too, only we shattered in two different places. Our hearts could never be pieced back together. How ridiculous. He could stand against the whole world for me, so why would he not believe me one more time? Why, when I was being humiliated and violated—when I needed him most—did he stop believing in me? All those promises of forever were destroyed by a few fake photos.

Did he just reject me? “I reject you, Willow!” he said again, and this time he was grinning, “Does it hurt? That’s nothing compared to what Adrian felt when you dumped him and killed him!” he said angrily and released a vast amount of dark lava. What is he saying? I didn’t kill Adrian! I dumped him before, yes, but I never killed him!

This was gravity. Ryan stepped forward one last time, “You’re not leaving.” I looked at him. “You already let me go.” The words hurt him. I saw it in his face, not pride but loss. “You don’t understand what this means,” he said, desperation cracking through. “I understand,” I replied quietly, “You rejected me because you thought I would hold you back.” “That’s not—” “You gambled,” I said. Silence. “And you lost.” Ethan stepped slightly closer to me, not touching, but present.

I knew that I would never try to end my life after being rejected because I have been preparing for this for years now and it probably wouldn't make a difference. I waited to hear that heartbreaking sentence but he said nothing, only chuckled and made sure that I kept eye contact with him. "I know you think I'm going to reject you now but you're wrong, I'm not going to reject you just yet because rejection alone is too small a punishment for you. I'm going to make sure to completely break you first, I'll shatter all your hopes and dreams before I reject you and I'll start by showing you how worthless you are." He said in a sinister tone and I flinched, tears gathering at the edge of my eyes.

Watching them not recover is worse than watching them die would have been. I understood then that the rejection at Presentation had not been cold. It had been the opposite of cold. It had been a man who had watched two people deteriorate over fourteen months making the only decision he believed would stop it from happening to someone else. I did not tell him I understood. Not yet. But I did.