Novel & Cerita Marked By Rejection: The Curse Of Her Mates

“Honey there is nothing wrong with being with your mates. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. I know two mates is very unusual, but it is not unheard of either.” “Honestly I don’t know if our eyes glowed.” I tell her because that was the truth. The curse had taken over and I wasn’t awake for days afterwards. It took a while to explain the whole situation to my mother and how I was supposed to have been cursed because Hunter must have nicked me and then Caleb tried to mark me on top of Hunter’s mark and that’s when my mother stopped my story. “He can’t mark you on top of Hunter’s mark.” My mother said and I responded, “No kidding.”

she asked as she sat properly on the bed. "What question?" he asked with his eyes still closed. "Wasn't it wrong for you to mark me after I rejected you? Was it right for me to be marked by my rejected mate?" she asked while fiddling with her fingers.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like a choice. It has always been you. If it will give you peace, I’ll reject her.” “I don’t want you to do it for me,” she whispered. “I want you to do it because it’s what you truly want.” Silence. Christine stood. Her voice was steady, but there was a finality to it—a weight that couldn’t be ignored. “Let me make this easy for you.” She turned to Damien, her gaze unwavering. “I, Christine, reject you as my mate.” It was like the air had been sucked out of the room. No one spoke. No one moved.

The mark? Why is it golden? I remembered the Moon Goddess words. The mark was rejected by my body. “You rejected the mate bond. You broke the mate bond. Something that is so pure for us, you decided to condemn it.” The first man spoke again. “It was not her. It was me. I broke the rules. I rejected her. I—-rejected my mate. That is why she might probably be rejecting the mark.” Lucas hung his head when he spoke. The Elders looked among themselves.

GABE The words cemented themselves in my brain as the thud of fists meeting leather echoed in the gym, accompanied by grunts and rhythmic feet on the mat. “I, Mila Davis, reject you, Alpha Gabe, as my mate.” No matter how many times I replayed them, the ache didn’t lessen. The rejection should have freed me, should have severed the bond. But Spencer still howled for her in the depths of my mind, clawing against the walls I built to keep him restrained. She wasn’t ours anymore. She made that clear.

"I Serenity Martins accept your rejection as your mate and future Luna of The Midnight Moon pack." She saw shock crossing his features. He was not expecting her to accept his rejection but he quickly masks it up and his eyes harden once again. The next thing she knows she was standing alone by herself. The pain hits hard at that moment and she slid down the wall as a rogue tear falls.

She laughed hysterically. “Elora?” I called in disbelief, “really, you?” “Sorry, but people change,” she replied, abs then turning to look at Jacob, she added; “Tell this… thing to get the fucking hell out of here.” I gasped in shock. The hell? “I will, after I’ve done the needful.” I saw his lips curve upwards and immediately, I paused my lips, already knowing what was coming at me. “I, Jacob Huxley, reject you, Audrey Raven, as my mate. From today henceforth, I cut off any bond I have with you.”

Alpha Carmine sits down. “Father don’t ask me to stop searching for her. Klondike and I want and need our mates. If I have to start searching myself then I will, I’ll never stop.” Beauden repeatedly shakes his head “I can’t stop. Not until I find Wissy. I was wrong for taking her as I did. I pray every day she forgives me. I’ll do whatever she wants me to do as long as my beautiful mate accepts me.” Carmine nods “Okay I understand what you're saying. Have you thought that your mate bonds might leave? After all, you rejected her. I don’t know if once you reject someone and take it back that will change anything. "

My jaw tightened along with the pressure of suffocation in my heart, and as I looked at her blue eyes staring at me, the urge to apologize crawled up my throat. Damn. I should apologize or else. . . I'll lose her. I don't want that to happen. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. There was a heavy rock inside my heart, and it seemed like my words were buried underneath it. Fuck. This is not good. Averting my gaze, her statements keep on going back inside my head. "Maybe you're not abusing me physically, but emotionally and verbally. And I won't let myself be abused by my mate just because he found out that I was a slave from my last pack. What a bullshit basis for rejection."

She tapped her finger once on the wooden table. “They had to be marked first. By their mate.” My breath caught in my throat. “That,” she said, eyes glinting, “is the trigger. Get it, child!”