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

"That is the difficult pardon.” I look inside. To the girl who remained. Who cared. Who endured. Who bore guilt that never belonged to her. “I faulted myself," I murmur. "I believed I wasn’t adequate.” The Goddess agrees with a nod. "That conviction sustained the curse.” I shut my eyes. My voice falters. "I forgive myself.” The air shifts. The silver markings encircling Maya glow intensely. Her pulse quickens. I shift my gaze to Damon. He regards me with a hope he doesn’t admit.

“It's my curse. The mate bond between my mate and I, is like a thread of death. By the third year, it snaps in twos, and my mate winds up dead.” I was short of words. I could only gape at him, my breath held tightly in my throat. “After the death of my first mate, I encountered my second mate, but she rejected me because of my curse. You're my third mate.” The word I was struggling to speak landed in my mouth. “What you're trying to say is, I'll be dead in three years if I become your mate.” “That's correct,” Alpha Leonidas responded. “Now listen, Kiley, I'm going to reject you right now."

The angry red mark on the side of her neck peeked above the bandage—fresh, raw, unmistakable. A rejection mark. Not a mating bite gone wrong. Not a battle scar. A deliberate, public brand of dismissal. Someone had stood in front of their entire pack and said no to her. Someone had looked at this female—this fragile, fierce, scent-drenched miracle—and decided she wasn’t worth keeping. My wolf snarled low in my chest, the sound vibrating through my ribs. Find him. Tear him apart. Make him bleed the way she bled. I clenched my jaw until my teeth ground.

I closed my eyes, clenching my teeth, trying to contain what was churning inside me like an unleashed hurricane. I also suppressed my sense of smell. I didn’t want to keep inhaling her scent because it was driving me crazy. My wolf was roaring inside me, demanding the unthinkable. *Mark her. Make her yours.* His voice was rough, agitated, hungry. I didn’t understand why. Lyra wasn’t my Mate. She wasn’t anymore. I rejected her myself in front of everyone. I cruelly stripped her of that bond with words so cold that even now they burned my lips.

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.

"I read, mayhaps if dearest Samantha had not lent the subtlest admittance of my repudiation, givest time and thought, the path of death mightn' be hers, for I also suffer, thousands of her pain prickle mine heart and flesh, and it not be long 'fore my goodbyes are said. I sayest this with an inert soul, thou was and is my everything, for regret lay upon me as heavy as the world on Atlas" Mrs Desmond looked up. "Sir Wellington here realized it was already too late to take back the rejection he had issued to his mate because she had died even before he could apologize to her. This is to let you know that rejection has serious consequences. This is why you should be very careful with marking, I

Zara's complexion paled and her lower lip started to quiver as the arguments continued. "She looks frightened," Ray commented worryingly. "She certainly does," I replied, sensing her shiver next to me. "Then let them show us all here that she and Beta Levi are in fact marked," the Elder remarked. Ray snarled in my head, igniting a surge of rage within me. That was a ridiculous request. The council was taking this too far! Nobody ever had to provide evidence of being marked after a mating ceremony. "Alpha Noah rejected her in favor of a chosen mate. He was not interested in her," Beta Levi roared out of his chair. His eyes were shifting to black, and his face turned murderous. "He has no clai

It would bring us together in ways no one else would ever be able to compare again. That mark was how mates completed their bond, a requirement for showing full commitment and becoming one. But a mark had its own complicated downsides; one of which was that if we were to go through a mate rejection post-marking, the process would potentially kill us. Our wolves were unlikely to survive the intense heartache associated with rejection from a mate already fully bonded; a rejection considered more painful than the death itself. However, aside from rejection, a mark meant that there could be no other mate until one of the bonded died. It was unquestionable, final. And whilst the normal death of a

The blotches were gone. In the reflection of the steel tray, I saw myself for the first time—flawless skin, luminous green eyes brighter than moonlight, beauty that eclipsed Ella a hundredfold. The curse had lifted in the moment of death. “No!” Ella shrieked, face twisting with jealousy. “Kill her now! She can’t be prettier than me!” Martha snatched a scalpel. “She should’ve died years ago—stealing attention, daring to breed—”

I scowled. "You know, when mates are destined, a mark arises on our bodies that matches the mate's mark. When a mate marks each other, the symbol becomes permanently engraved on our bodies. However, when someone rejects, it also doesn't leave until marked by another mate," Astrid explained. "Edward's mark on my wrist had vanished even though we hadn't marked each other, and I had completely forgotten about it," she lamented.