How To Refuse The Route Novel Novels & Stories

I scowled at her. "No! You're disgusting!" I spat back angrily. I should reject her. I don't want her to be my mate. I'm going to marry Liza anyway, for the union of our packs. This is for the pack's future. I should think first about what is better for the pack than for myself. Dang, but why does it hurt to reject her? The looks she gave me were full of pain and hatred. But I have to do this. "I, Alpha Azrael Shepherd, reject you, Alexandria Gregory as my mate," I said coldly, then turned my back towards the packhouse. I have said it and it's already done. I stopped dead in my tracks when she yelled at my back.

Something about the way he said it unsettled me more than anger would have. I looked away first. “I’m leaving.” The words came out flat and immediate. Kael’s jaw tightened instantly. “No.” That answer came too fast. Too firm. Anger sparked sharply through my exhaustion. “I wasn’t asking permission.” I stepped toward the door anyway. Kael moved before I could reach it, not touching me, but stepping directly into the space between me and the exit. Blocking it. My pulse sharpened immediately. “What?” I asked coldly. “Tired of rejecting me? Now you’re trying imprisonment instead?”

By the time I reached the end of the village's main street, I had become numb to the humiliation. There was only one thought left in my mind. "Mom is still waiting for me. I have to survive." Derek kept his word. The next day, he stayed home to rest. My body felt perfectly normal. Just as I relaxed and focused on taking the college entrance exam and carefully answered the questions, my right arm suddenly broke. The pen slipped from my hand. My heart skipped a beat. I'd signed up for the exam in secret. So, no one should have known.

A news alert lit up my phone: [Silver Moon Alpha & Pure-Blood Heiress Chloe: Old Flame Burns Brighter Than Ever]. In the photo, they were nestled closely together, their smiles painfully bright. My grandmother's hand slipped from mine. "Evelyn, you have to be happy..." Her breathing stopped. "Grandma—" A desperate wail tore from my lungs. Something inside me, along with the warmth of my grandmother's body, died forever. And even as she died, she was still worried about my future with him. I lowered my head, whispering to her still, cold body, "Grandma, I refuse to be his Luna."

Alas, my mate’s heart belonged to Anna as well. At our first mating ceremony, Anna broke a glass and cut her hand. Scooping her into his arms, August bolted to the infirmary without so much as a glance at me. Despite my pleas through mindlink for him to come back, he tore hard into me. “Sophina Morgart! Anna is your sister! How can you be so selfish when she’s bleeding?” Little did he know, I was hunched over in excruciating pain from his silent rejection.

he asked, and his voice cracked at the end because he didn’t want the answer to matter. I felt my belly tighten, not with nausea, but with a grief so controlled it felt sharp. “No,” I said. “I think he refused something that powerful people wanted. And powerful people don’t forgive refusal. They rewrite it.” Noah nodded once, slowly, absorbing the idea like a rule. “So tomorrow they’ll try to rewrite again,” he said. “Yes,” I admitted. Noah lifted his eyes. “Then we don’t let them,” he said. The strength in his voice made my throat tighten.

“What kind of rejection are you talking about?” He sounded like he knew something I didn't. "Like..." I took a deep breath. "I, Sally Donne, refuse you, Ryan, to be my mate." That's easy. I think. This time, his eyes widened before they sparkled in such amusement. For a moment there, I saw how worried he looked. “Our rejection is far different from what is stated in human fiction books. But, similarly, you clearly state who you want to reject as you did just now, and then you cut your heart." He said simply.

because I had refused. “You resist inevitability.” The voice returned. not louder. not stronger. but closer. Inside the space. Inside everything. “I reject it,” I said. The words came out steady. because that was the difference. choice. The space shifted again. but this time it didn’t try to overwrite me. It presented. Images. fragments. possibilities. zayden. broken. fading. gone. the pack. lost. consumed. everything ending. Because of me. because I refused. because I didn’t choose correctly.

"Hi, what's wrong? Do you want to go there? I can take you! " I smiled sweetly, and refused. "Ha, no need, I can go there alone!" I said rejecting it. I refuse not without reason, but Prince Kim is part of the characters that I create in my story. I can't possibly ask for help because he has a cold and evil character. I must not be provoked by their kindness again until I see the fact whether I have completely changed this story, because the last time I read my novel I changed part of the story. But regarding the nature of this man, I don't know yet.

They moved together effortlessly—graceful, synchronized, perfectly composed. Like two noble wolves who had always belonged at the center of the pack. The crowd watched them with admiration. I lasted exactly one minute before my vision blurred. My eyes burned. I wiped away the tears quickly and slipped out of the hall. Outside, snow fell silently beneath the winter sky. My phone buzzed. [Your request to withdraw from the Ironcrest Pack has been approved.] I stared at the message for a moment, then immediately booked the earliest flight to Switzerland for tomorrow morning. Just as I slipped my phone back into my pocket, a mocking voice sounded behind me.