His Rejection Maxon Novels & Stories

For instance, if I forgot my umbrella on a rainy day, I only needed to make one phone call, and Beverly would drop everything to get me. Even though she had rejected my proposal eight times in the last eight years, everyone still believed we would eventually get married. However, now that she had posted that marriage certificate with Timothy's name instead of mine, it would definitely leave everyone in shock. Timothy was my brother—my biological brother. Growing up, he always had a habit of taking what was mine. And once he got his hands on something, no amount of screaming could make him give it back. Why was that? Because my parents didn't like me. They regarded me with disdain, and they c

Bianca and I were switched before birth. She became the beloved daughter of both families. I became the girl neither one wanted. Every month, I carried a suitcase between two guest rooms while Bianca kept a bedroom, parents, and a place at the table in both estates. Then Bianca was diagnosed with a deadly blood disorder, and both families demanded that I become her stem cell donor. There was only one problem. My donor screening showed that I might be seriously ill too. They refused to read my medical report. They called my nosebleed an attention-seeking stunt. Then they forced me to voluntarily surrender every claim to both families before they would pay for my tests. The next day, I learned

Just so you know,I'm happy somewhat he rejected you",Max said with a shrug. "What?", Helen asked shockingly and turned to face him,with a frown. "Oh yes I am. How do you explain to me what would have become of me without you? Or Adam? Our pack?. I'm grateful you were there when I found you. So,yes I'm happy he rejected a diamond because the diamond chose me and became my most treasured jewelry",Alpha Max said lovingly. "Oh my love. I'm so sorry I shouted at you. I love you too",Helen said throwing her hands on him.

Emilia said, her voice slow and deliberate. Liam nodded, his eyes locked on hers. "What is it?" Liam asked. Emilia took a deep breath. "I want to know why you rejected me," Emilia said, her voice barely above a whisper. Liam's expression turned guarded. "I told you, Emilia," Liam said. "I'm just not interested." Emilia shook her head. "No, Liam," Emilia said. "That's not true. You were interested. I saw the way you looked at me."

At first, I wanted to believe this was another one of his sick jokes, but when the look on his face didn’t change, I knew this man was being serious. “Fuck you! How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want this! I’ve wanted to reject you the moment I knew what we were, but you haven’t allowed me! I’m not just going to allow you to place your mark on me!” I shout leaning forward on the chair but the chains which kept me in place, prevented me from getting very far.

His voice reverberated in the room, thick with tension and impending panic. Max, always the fierce advocate, shot back immediately. "We can't just accept that Mika might reject us! We have to find a way to change her mind," he insisted, his eyes sparking with determination. The air was charged with an urgency that left no room for doubt. Mark, leaning casually against the doorframe, shrugged nonchalantly. "This isn't a big deal, you know. We can always find another suitable mate for the Luna position," he said, though his tone suggested he didn’t fully grasp the weight of the situation.

The truth stabs deep, cold and unrelenting, as she takes in the sight before her. The tears she had fought to hold back finally slip down her cheeks, a silent testament to the pain clawing at her heart. A numbing sensation spreads through her body, freezing her in place, rooting her to the spot as if trapped in a twisted nightmare. She can’t look away from him, even as he breaks away from the kiss. Even as he turns, flashing that same smile, the same charm, towards others, never sparing her a second glance. Her lips tremble against the gag, a choked sob desperate to break free. Her mate… has just rejected her. Silently. Openly. Unforgivably.

I stayed quiet, letting her continue. “They asked why someone with your talent would willingly walk away from an opportunity like that. I told them the truth. You weren’t refusing because you lacked ambition. You were refusing because you had finally found peace. You had a son who depended on you, a family you loved, and a life you had spent years rebuilding. You weren’t willing to lose all of that for another promotion.” I lowered my eyes. She had understood me perfectly. “So,” Stacy continued, “they decided to stop offering you another position.”

Now, I became more confused. Suddenly, I remembered a word from Max’s sentence. “Wait. Alpha, what did you mean by he tried to reject her? Did he reject her or not?” I looked at the three people in the room. “No,” Max answered, and I felt my heart fell. In the end, he didn’t reject her. In the end, he still chose her. “He couldn’t reject her,” Max added grimly. “What do you mean he couldn’t reject her?” I asked with confusion.

“Did it work?” “Yes,” I began, then paused. A thoughtful frown creased my brow. “I think so. It’s a new creation. It could use improvement.” The siblings exchanged a look and nodded, accepting that with far more seriousness than it probably deserved. Maxon’s sigil ring chimed softly a moment later. He glanced down, then sighed. “I have to go.” He stood and turned toward me. “If you’re still willing to consider my request, you can find me at House Vitae. Any time.”