My Mate Rejected Me For My Sister นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Damon pushed through and he walked into the house, his striking resemble with his brother filled my mind as they stood beside each other, tending eyes, their frown looked the same. I glanced at him with a steady voice. “You humiliated me, you rejected me for the world to see and you stood with my family when they declared me dead, you don’t get to come back to me.” In a blur, Damon pinned me against the wall, his breath hot against my ear and my body aching for help, the sting made me beg for help “Maybe rejection is not enough, maybe I should carve my mark into you so the world can see you are nothing.”

he replied, his lips curved into a cruel smirk. “You bastard!” I spat, anger surging through me like fire, scorching my veins. My wolf growled deep inside, wanting time for her to take over the moment. “Watch your tongue woman if you don’t want to start considering rejecting you,” he took a step closer to me till we were only inches away, seizing me with his gaze for a while before turning to walk away. “If that is how you truly feel, then maybe it is time we both stop dancing around. You want to reject me? Fine, go ahead! Reject me. Reject me and your heir if that will make you happy!”

He paused, briefly locked eyes with her through the mirror and went on to adjust the necktie. “But if it makes you feel better; You are not my mate and never will be. And if by the slightest chance, which is next to impossible in this case, you happen to be one then I, Jordan Westhund, reject you, Selly as my mate and server whatever bonds exist between us.”

"How sweet of you but no. I am a grown man and I'd rather take care of myself. Besides, if I move back I didn't say I would be moving back in with you guys, I'd just be around figuring things out" My brother was twenty-five and he was a hard worker. I knew before I said it that he would reject my money because he believes he's the eldest and should be the one taking care of me, but still he was an idiot to reject my offer. "Enough about me. I heard about your party, why don't you tell us what happened after" My brother said grinning and my dad held his face in his palm groaning. "Please don't" he said and we all laughed.

“Because you don’t! You told me that yourself.” “I know, I know... It’s just... the mate bond. It’s messing with my head.” I could hear the frustration in his words like he was so disgusted and furious that he was mated to me instead of my sister, who was the better version of myself in every way and not a murderer like me. With my ear against the door, I could vividly hear my sister sigh before she sweetly told Felix, “And that’s why you have to reject her first. Then we can finally be together without this... mess. You know I’m the better choice, Felix.”

My mother crossed her legs elegantly, while my father stood with his arms crossed, waiting expectantly. “Lyra isn’t what you think,” I began, keeping my voice steady. “She was wrongly accused, expelled from her pack without any proof. I… I couldn’t just turn a blind eye to that.” “And what does that have to do with you, Mikail?” my mother asked, with that sharp tone she used when something bothered her. I swallowed hard, feeling the truth churn in my throat. “She… was also my mate. I rejected her.” There was a brief silence. My parents exchanged a look that said more than anyone could have said.

“Damon can make promises. Lila is making records. One of those things will matter more when the Council decides. You should prepare yourself for that.” He didn’t offer comfort. He didn’t step closer. He simply delivered the information like a report and turned away, already finished with the conversation. Aria stood in the hall with the weight of his words sitting under her ribs and the three-day countdown pressing against the back of her neck. The rejection felt fresh again, as if no time had passed at all. Her hands had curled into fists without her noticing. She forced them open. The ache in her chest sharpened. She climbed the stairs because staying in the same room with him felt worse.

"Yeah, well. No one has ever rejected an Alpha before. I can’t believe she did this to me." Ash sat on the edge of my bed. "Want to talk about it?" "Not really." "Dad's losing his mind downstairs. Mom's trying to calm him down. Marcus is—" "I don't care what Marcus is doing." Our cousin had been at the ceremony. She had probably enjoyed every second of my humiliation. Ash was quiet for a minute. Then he said, "Did you know? That she might reject you?" "No." I leaned my forehead against the window. The glass felt cool. "Maybe. I don't know. We weren't exactly friends."

I let myself grieve the bond. Not Alexander. Not what he had done or what he hadn't. The bond itself. The thing that had cracked open in my chest the night of the gathering and announced itself in my wolf's voice like a prayer, the way she had said the word mate as if she had been holding it her entire life. I let myself feel what it had meant to have that, for thirty seconds in a crowded hall before the world came apart. To understand in a single, total, animal moment that there was something in the world built specifically to fit the shape of what I was. And then to have it denied. Not gently. Publicly. With a champagne glass and a crowd of two hundred people and a cold, small smile from m

“And you must be Carrie Llothair.” “Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Matthews.” “Of course.” She looks me up and down. “I was surprised when I heard you’d broken your engagement. Your family is very well known, after all.” I keep my smile in place. “Sometimes people make decisions that are best for them, even when those decisions surprise others.” “I’m sure.” She lifts her glass. “Though I can’t imagine what possessed you to reject your mate bond and then attach yourself to a man like this.”