Romans & histoires Kidnapped And Rejected

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN. My scowl deepened, I could feel my nostrils twitch. "What the fuck are you talking about?" "You really don't see it, do you?" She threw her head back in a bitter laughter, before looking up at me again. I was starting to boil with rage. Why would she not just speak? "First, our boys were kidnapped right under your noses. Someone was after them,or tried to use them to get to you, on the same day they found out the boys were your kids. And now? When word got out that your father was getting better, he suddenly died?"

The thought of getting rejected made my heart bleed but it also gave me a brilliant idea. If Tyson rejected me, I wouldn’t need to do what Dad said at all. He wanted a child out of the bond, but if the whole Kingdom knew Tyson rejected me, the child wouldn’t be legitimate and his or her value would drop. Dad wouldn’t ask me to go through with it then. “ Reject you? ” Tyson hummed. Slowly, I lifted my gaze and met his eyes. The amusement was replaced by the usual coldness. My heart skipped a beat. “ Yes. ” I nodded. “ Re—Reject me. ”

She whispered. "Please don't say that, there's more to life. We all need you, I need you to stay alive. Please don't give up now." Jade begged. She squat down to hold Pamala's hands. When she stared at her best friend, Jade saw that Pamala had lost all her sparkles, she seemed lost and tired. Her heart clenched and she swallowed the lump in her throat. How was Pamala ever going to survive a rejection.

“I…you…we…my pack depends on me, and you…you can’t do this.” I pulled harder. Dragged him across the room, the bed scraping against the floor, the floorboards groaning. His hands flailed, trying to push me off, but he wouldn’t submit. He wouldn’t break. Not yet. “I don’t care,” I said. Voice low. Dangerous. “I don’t care about your pack. I don’t care about you. You’re failing. You’re nothing to me.” “I…am not nothing!” he yelled, louder now, unshaken. “I’ve been rejected once. And you…you’re my second chance. You can’t throw me away. Not now. Not ever!”

I barely catch myself. Around me, the silence is deafening. Not because no one’s speaking - but because I can’t hear them. My pulse roars in my ears. My vision blurs. My wolf lets out a broken, panicked howl that never reaches my throat. He rejected me. Not in private. Not gently. - In front of the entire pack. I thought fate was cruel before, but now I know it. Aiden turns away like I’m dirt under his boots. Like I mean nothing. Like I am nothing more but a joke. And the worst part?

"Banishing a member would only damage your reputation as Alpha. Better to let me leave voluntarily. Consider it a favor." I could practically hear Serena crushing her phone on the other end. Through gritted teeth: "You think this little game of hard-to-get will make me go soft? Dream on. You want to leave? Fine — I'll grant your wish!" The call ended. A notification popped up on my phone: "Pack withdrawal application approved." I looked at the message and smiled.

"The First Rejected didn't just take their freedom. He took the memory of who they were. They are walking ghosts." "That is because they have been living in a mirror for too long, Killian," I replied, my voice holding the sharp, unyielding clarity of the Silver Crest. I looked at my husband, the man who had once been forced to reject me to save me, and saw the heavy reflection of his own past in the way he watched the outcasts. "We were the lucky ones. We found our way back to the light. They have been wandering the dark since Kaelen first went into the stone.".

“Didn’t you say you wanted nothing to do with me anymore?” Zevara gripped her head tightly. Everything was weighing down on her, and she was so confused that it felt like her brain was about to explode from it all. “No!” she shook her head frantically. “You were the one who rejected me!” she snapped back. “Even when I was kidnapped and almost died, you said you didn’t care about me. You did not look for me! You didn’t even try to ask about me until this moment, so what are you saying about me being the one who rejected you?”

I stared at her with a puzzled frown. “That’s the only way you can be free from Neon, tell him you reject him, make sure to call his name, and that you reject him as your mate. Don’t tell Neon I told you any of these, else he will have me killed just the same way he killed those me .” She shuddered as if the thought terrifies her. I turned and looked at the sky, all I had to do was reject him and I would be free from him. Do I want to be free from Neon, he was such a suspicious man that I didn’t know what I should do.

The day he’d fought the world for me. I had left Chicago the moment my parents insulted me for not being able to secure the position of Lucas’s mate. The rejection from him stung so hard that by the time I gathered myself and fled the country. By the time I sat in the plane, the pain of the rejection began to sting. Unable to bear it, I curled my body in the chair and sobbed silently not wanting to cause a scene. I knew that if I would, then there were high chances that I would be taken back to a hospital and my parents would be informed. I didn’t want to go back. I was done.