Kidnapped And Rejected Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

When I spoke out, a wave of irritation and disgust washed over me. “I accept your rejection.” I said without battling an eye and surprise was visible on their faces. His face scrunched up into a frown. Then regret followed by remorse. "I, Rowena Lindsay, accept your rejection." I didn't want to show my pain as I feel the connection between our wolves fading. When it was finally over, I forced a smile. I was now an ordinary wolf. The moon goddess is once again using my life to play a twisted game, making me an object of ridicule. Nothing makes sense at all. Finding out I was pregnant when it's too late to save my relationship? Absolutely ridiculous.

“I will never be like you. I would never betray my mate.” I don’t wait to see his reaction, I storm towards the door. “Open these doors.” The door unlocks and I'm out of the room, unable to stand my brother any longer. 🐺🐺🐺 The threat I used with the guards at my brother's door walks well with the others and I'm free to go back into the forest. I shake off the guards, aware that they tried to follow me to keep me safe. But i dont need their safety, a lycan came in and kidnapped my friend and none of them could do anything about it.

I heard him thunder, making me turn to see who he was referring too; my heart beat so hard against my rib cage as I saw everyone staring at the both of us. “THIS HAS TO BE A JOKE, THIS FUCKING ORPHAN HUMAN IS MY MATE?” He asked, more like shouted once more, confirming my suspicions, he was indeed referring to me, but I was about to scream at him that I might be a human or haven’t met my wolf that didn’t mean that I was an orphan. Without letting me speak or even defend the fact that I was no or orphan, he stalked towards me the more and grabbed my hand before he then gripped it tight, he ordered “REJECT ME!”

Katie Clyde answered after pondering for some time. The Old man's face became grim; that treacherous king of demons had escaped hell to be a lackey of someone. "Who is your boyfriend?" the Old man asked. Katie pondered for a long time before saying, "A werewolf." The old man burst into laughter before his face turned cold, and a chilling killing intent seeped out of his body, making Katie Clyde's face turn pale. He snorted coldly, "You may now die now." He was about to snap his fingers when Katie Clyde suddenly disappeared. His lips curled, and he taunted, "Marcus, how long will you keep running?"

The mate bond, the symbol of love and unity, had turned into a source of agonizing pain. The hall filled with gasps and whispers. Pack members exchanged shocked glances, and humiliation washed over me. Tears welled in my eyes, but I fought to maintain my composure. The rejection was crushing, and I silently wished to vanish from sight. Ethan wasn't finished. His voice, raised intentionally, ensured that everyone heard his cruel rejection. "I want nothing to do with you, outcast. Stay away from me. You're beneath me." The ground seemed to crumble beneath me, and I nearly lost my balance. I would have fallen, but a few pack members caught me, their expressions a mix of pity and disapproval. I

I broke the contact, looking away from him as I toured into the hall to carry out the bitter head maid’s orders. “Was that why he felt pain during the rejection?” I conversed with my wolf, peeping around to look for empty tables occupied with guests but yet to be served. ‘Yes, I also felt it because his wolf and I made a little connection. He allowed his wolf reach out to me, to us. He loves us.’ Aww that’s such a pity. “Salome he rejected us, I don’t think he do. And we’re already over, there’s nothing I or we can do about it again, we just have to-“

I expected to see them—Ethan, Luca, or, God forbid, both. But it was Kimmy. She burst through the trees, Nick right behind her. Their faces were pale, eyes wide with panic. "Quinn!" Kimmy skidded to a stop and dropped to her knees beside me. Her hands gripped my arms like I might vanish into thin air. "Are you okay? What happened?" Nick knelt down, his usual cocky smirk replaced by grim determination. "We need to get you out of here. Now." My voice came out raw, shaking. "They—Ethan and Luca—they turned into wolves. " My throat clenched around the words. "Right in front of me."

I dipped my hand in my bag, pulling out the book I had borrowed from the library. It contained everything about the lives of werewolves before their extinction. Taking measured footsteps, I took a seat beside Ethan at the study table. He looked surprised to see me. I couldn't blame him though. He had tried several times to make me study with him all in vain. I just didn't understand why he was so invested in Werewolves then. Because I thought they were gone. But now, I doubt it profoundly. Reese's death was not just some random attack by a dog. I needed to find out the truth.

The gentle, lilting scraps of song she hummed were so familiar – as familiar as her face would be, I knew, if her hair would part so I could just see it – Suddenly my faceless mother shrieked, reaching out for me as she was torn away – no, as I was torn from her arms, falling and falling as she disappeared into the distance – The agony of rejection shot through my chest again. I was an adult, my fallen body wracked in pain where I thrashed on the ground of the enchanted forest. A crowd of sneering werewolves from the mate ball loomed over me, not bothering to help. Their callous words as I writhed on the ground fell into me like daggers. “Good riddance!” “As if an Alpha would want her for a

he muttered. Caierre’s claws dug deep into the floor, ripping scratches along the wood. His jaw unhinged slightly. His wolf growled, a sound that echoed through his bones. It was pure instinct now. Pure fire. Pure survival. The mate bond was gone. The Alpha’s rejection had cut it loose, but the wolf inside had answered, claiming him fully. And in that moment, Caierre felt alive. Painful. Powerful. Untamed. He had shifted. And everything else, fear, hurt, loss, rejection melted into the darkness that his wolf now ruled.