I Welcome Your Rejection: Angel Kings' Proud Mate นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Because you are an omega! a rogue! You are weak and pathetic, probably a whore too cause I know not where the hell you got that child from." "I am not a whore." My voice broke as I began to cry from his mean words. "What is your name?" He asked. "Nyx." "Nyx what?" "Nyx Evander." "Good." He hummed, "I am going to reject you." He said and I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. I wanted to beg him not to, to tell him that I will do anything for him not to reject me. "And you are going to accept my rejection and forget about me, we can never be together! I am an Alpha King, I do not need a mate like you."

It was sprinting down my viens with very swift soft touches. The black cities looks like heaven on earth. Immediately as the royal family has passed, the horns blew so loud, and we knew those that would be next. The Alpha Apollo led by his mother, surrounded by deadly and huge warriors came into the meeting. Slowing reaching their seats, they had sat down side by side. On the other ends where other empty seats and as soon as i could know it. They all came into the scene one by one, I could see the first Alpha with lots of elegance all around him.

. I open the cracked door and make my presence known. “Hello gentlemen, Mother.” I nod my head to acknowledge Alpha Patrick, Alpha Dante, Papa, and mother. I take a seat at my desk and look at my father expectantly. “Princessa, I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I know you have plans. So I’ll cut right to the chase. Alpha Patrick and I have been discussing an alliance of sorts.” He starts. I give my mom a questioning look and she looks just as confused as I am. I peer at Alpha Patrick and he seems a bit nervous. “Go on.” I say plainly. Not wanting to get ahead of myself. “Well…” Alpha Patrick starts “We we’re proposing that maybe you and Dante would…” a guttural growl came from t

I answer, trying to act nonchalant even though I can feel my heart tear and tears prick beneath my eyelids. ‘What do you mean by okay, Sammie. We can’t let him go. He’s our mate. Accept him,’ Tania howls inside my head, whimpering. ‘Literally, he just rejected us, what else do you expect me to do?’ ‘Force him to accept him or we’ll be forced to leave with pain and unhappiness for the rest of our lives,’ Tania says with a tone of finality before retreating.

Caomh demanded, his voice suddenly tight with panic. I didn't answer him. I threw the jacket onto the floor. It landed right in the puddle of spilled rosehip tea, the dark, sweet liquid soaking rapidly into the silver crest, staining it brown. Loud gasps echoed all around me. Disrespecting the pack colors was a massive, unforgivable offense. "I, Meghann Clemmie Nelson," I said, my voice ringing clear and strong over the crowd, "accept your rejection." Caomh flinched violently as the finality of the words settled over us, completing the ritual.

She knew that this was the moment of truth, the moment when she would have to make a decision that would change the course of her life. Lucas looked over at her, his eyes pleading with her to join him, to become his mate and rule by his side. But Amelia knew that this was not where her heart lay. She looked away from Lucas and locked eyes with Daniel, who was watching her with a mixture of pride and regret. Amelia realized in that moment that she had never truly been rejected by Daniel. He had seen her all along, had recognized her strength and courage. It was she who had rejected herself, who had believed that she was not worthy of his love.

The kind that didn’t cost anything. “Lucian,” she said, “I don’t need ceremony to tell me what I already know.” Moonfire walked his knuckles. Healing as he brushed her skin. “Say it because you want it. Or don’t. I will still keep you and yours safe.” She didn’t look away. “I accept you as my mate.” Something in him moved like a tide — alpha, man, oath. He cupped the back of her neck; warmth slid under her skin, not heat, light. Kaela pressed forward —

"I know you're my mate, but the moon goddess must have made a mistake; we can't be mated to each other; we're different; you're older than me for fuck sake; my whole life I have known you as my aunt Gina, my uncle's Xander daughter, and Charlotte's big sister; you have to understand that I don't have any sort of feeling for you. The thought of you as my mate makes me want to throw up. Excuse me for my harsh words, but it's the ugly truth: I'm in love with your sister Charlotte, and I attended to make her my mate, so please accept my rejection amicably. "I, Prince Ayann henry, reject Princess Angelina Black as my mate." "I, Princess Angelina Black, accept Prince Ayann Henry's rejection." I at

“No, he wouldn’t.” “But he hates me. Oh, he will banish us. You can’t let him do that, Hunter!” He was next in line to be king. I can’t allow him to lose his rank. But still, I couldn’t bear losing him. “Are you going to reject me?” I asked, barely above a whisper. “You should. I am not good enough.” Tears streamed down my face. I steeled myself for his answer, knowing nothing would hurt more than that. “I would rather die than reject you, Angel.” He pulled me closer to him. “Nothing will stop me from having you. Not my father, not anyone on this earth.” He lifted me onto his lap.

The other lords murmured, their voices tense, begging for the night to continue unbroken. I clenched my jaw, the orb’s warmth pulsing like a warning, but I nodded, my voice cold as ice. “Fine,” I said, staring down the Angel King as he stood, brushing dirt from his robes, his smile back but tighter, like he was hiding a knife behind it. “Stay. But one wrong move, and you’re done.” The music started again, hesitant at first, the flutes and harps weaving a fragile melody as the crowd returned to their chatter, though the air felt heavier now, like a storm was waiting to break.