My Promised Rejection Novels & Stories

“I, Allene Smith, reject you, Leonard Amari, as my mate and husband. I sever this bond that binds us together and never will you see me at your doorstep, I promise you, grovelling or begging to come back.” “How dare you, a weak and wolfless omega, reject me, an alpha?” he barked. Suddenly, he coughed up blood, spraying the floor with it. The rejection bond hit him hard but it was hitting me too. My knees wobbled from the pain he still refused to release me from. “Accept her rejection, Leonard! We’ve waited for this for years!” Jessica pleaded, clutching his arm. “We can finally be together. She rejected you and not the other way around. Your father and the council won’t punish you. Just acce

He had looked at me hesitantly and then smiled when he saw my furrowed brow. “Silly! Why won't I? But can you wait for me, baby? You know I am trying to fight for a position next to the Alpha and I wouldn't need distractions for now, but I promise by the time I have what I want and able to keep you safe, I will take you and marry you!” He promised then and pecked my forehead and foolish me had believed him, and after that day he kept pushing it and sugarcoating me, even when he later got to a higher position. I was a fool! Now I have nothing. I got rejected, my parents locked up, and now I am mute!”

The lingering questions, however, threaten to drown that dream. I shake my head, eliminating my worries. "No," I murmur hard. Strong she is. She'll come to me. She has to. Reya's rejection of a prompt answer so swiftly, that little spark of doubt, already has repercussions. The little packs catch fire on rumours. Whispers of her rebellion, her triumph, her refusal to bow to the King.

“I…don’t think I want to. What’s worse…I’ve regretted every moment since the day I silenced it.” The air left my lungs in a silent, jagged sob. I looked down at my hands. They were trembling. I was the one who had helped him through the aftermath of the rejection. I was the one who promised him a future built on choice and legacy, not the "whim of the moon." I was a daughter of the Moors—my father, Mason, was trying to reclaim the glory of our bloodline, and I was supposed to be the bridge to the Sno Wolf pack.

He lovingly held both of my hands as he said, “I, Jacob Carter, of the Blood Moon Pack, rescind my rejection of Sophia Addison from the Crescent Moon Pack. Everyone stands as a witness, and I will never take it back even until the day I die.” Everyone, even me, gasped. Thought to myself, ‘Finally..’. As sometimes I unconsciously wondered during the times that we were together, that why.. Hadn’t he rescinded yet. But at last, he did. I held my mouth and ultimately cried yet again. Lia sobbed with me and ran from one end to another. I felt so happy sensing her inside of me, and is also quite glad and relieved that Jacob finally ended the rejection. “By tomorrow, I’ll be dehydrated,” I joked, a

My beta said apprehensively, his eyes fixed on me. "Josh... I..." I swallowed hard, thoughtful. I knew he was right, but I couldn't bring myself to promise that. Since the last time I tried to reject her publicly, the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. "You don't have to promise me now, just have the courage to do the right thing when you get the chance!" My beta said seriously, walking towards the door, and I nodded. "I promise... I promise I will reject her!" I replied firmly, a bit hesitant, and my beta smiled, slightly relieved that I was making the right decision.

“Love is not enough. I've made my decision, Scarlett. His words rip through my soul, and my voice breaks as I remind him of the promises he made to me only a day ago. “You said you’d never let me go. That I was yours.” But Reed's expression hardens as he responds coldly that he had no idea what he was talking about. The pain of his rejection is like a physical ache in my chest, yet I refuse to give up. “Please, Reed,” I plead one last time. “Let me make it right. I’m sorry for everything.” However, his resolve is unwavering, as he tells me to leave and allow him to mourn his father in peace before brushing past me.

From a hidden drawer, she carefully removed an old photograph. The edges had faded with time. In the picture stood a much younger Ryan beside her, both smiling during happier days. Samantha brushed a thumb lightly across the image. For a long moment, she simply stared. Then her expression hardened. "You made a promise once, Ryan," she said quietly. "And very soon..." She slipped the photograph back into the drawer and closed it with deliberate care. "...you're going to remember." Outside her apartment window, the lights of Miami sparkled against the night sky.

On the other hand, my mum and dad stood at the extreme end of the parlor, as they kept sighing in frustration, while my two younger siblings, Eli and Bram, sat on the couch, while exchanging glances at each other. "We can't allow this to happen. "We can't just let it go," my dad's voice finally broke the long silence. “Rory, you've brought shame and calamity and curses upon us as a result of this rejection. Something must be done about it.” “Something?” I asked with unbelievable anger. What did he mean by that? "So, you're obviously going to punish me for a crime that I didn't even commit. Thane was the one who rejected me, and as such, I shouldn't be forced to pay for his crime.

he started, and there was something desperate in his voice now, something almost pleading. But I wasn't interested in hearing it and I cut him off before he could continue. “Look here, Cypril.” I said, my voice turning firm, as I folded my arms across my chest and stood my ground. “I am only stepping out of that door with you once you promise me that the rejection will pull through.” Every word was deliberate, clear and unmistakable, ensuring there would be no misunderstandings, no loopholes and no room for excuses. The rejection—that was the only reason I would even consider having a conversation with him.