I Regret Rejecting Him Romane & Geschichten

“I am sorry, Kyra. I really wanted to sort this out indoors but it would only make sense to end it here. So, I, Killian Darkmoon, reject you, Kyra Nightingale, as my mate.” I shook my head violently, refusing to accept the words. “I don't accept this rejection!” He looked down at me, expression pained but resolute. “This is not how it works, Kyra. I am an Alpha. Whether you accept the rejection or not… it still stands.”

was a mere eight years. I gripped my phone tightly, my fingertips pale from the force. "What's wrong with my comment? My girlfriend just registered her marriage with my younger brother—surely, I had to offer my well wishes. If I didn't, wouldn't I seem like a rude boyfriend and a bad brother?" The other end went silent. Soon after, Timothy Osborn's murmur could be heard, along with Beverly's comforting words. I found myself smiling bitterly, feeling as if I could even taste the bitterness in my mouth. For a second, I had thought that she felt bad about treating me this way and was too ashamed to speak to me.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

At that moment he knew that he will marry her and live with her forever. When she told him her rejection and humiliation story, he felt the need to go and bit the hell out of that shameless couple. How could they do that to her? But on another clear note, Shadrack was thankful that the bastard did Reject her. Although he felt bad for her that she was hurt, but it was the very reason why he got to met her. If she wasn't rejected, she would have been that man's wife now. Who would he be with now? If that happened. A winning smile found its way to his lips.

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.

"You've made it perfectly clear what I am to you—collateral, a bargaining chip. Nothing more than a means to an end." "Then act like it," he snapped, his jaw tight. "Don't confuse basic human decency with something it's not." Tears welled up in my eyes as I apologized, feeling a wave of shame wash over me. "I'm sorry," I whispered, hating that he could see how much his rejection hurt. For a moment, I saw something like regret across his features, but it was gone so quickly I might have imagined it. "I am not into you, and I am not into Stockholm syndrome," he declared, his words piercing through me. "Get the hell out of my way," he commanded before turning and leaving me alone in the kitchen

My pride was wounded, my ego shattered, but beneath it all, I knew I deserved every ounce of her rejection. A bitter smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I reminisced about that fateful night when I turned her away. I had watched her walk away, her gaze filled with pain and disbelief. I'm sure it would have been the most humiliating moment of her life as I had rejected her in front of everyone present, including her family and my men. At that moment, I had felt a pang of regret, but I buried it deep within, masking it with arrogance.

And yet, I dare to reject it. To say I was regretting it was probably an understatement. I am regretting it. Not because I want Axcel in my life or I was scared that I might not be able to find another mate. No, no, it was actually the contrary. I was regretting it because the excruciating pain in my chest from the rejection is slowly killing me. I don't want to die yet. Not when I haven't met my younger sister or brother yet.

And I don't want that. I drop my bag on the chair and sit on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, head bowed. Her face flashes in my mind again. The way her colour drained. The way her eyes widened. Regret claws at my chest, sharp and relentless. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to no one. I didn’t reject her because she wasn’t enough. I rejected her because I know I’m not. And that truth? That’s the part I’m too ashamed to ever let her hear.