My Promised Rejection Novels & Stories

“Please don’t be like this. I... I promise to withdraw the rejection once the situation is sorted.” Scarlett paused and turned around with a cold glare. “Withdraw the rejection?” She laughed bitterly, tears glistening in her eyes. “And then what, George? You will tell the world that we were mates, and you rejected me to be with the Alpha’s biological daughter because you wanted to secure your place? Or feed the world another excellent lie of yours, huh?”

His voice had shifted now, dark and possessive. He didn’t want me to accept his rejection. He didn’t want to lose his strength. He didn’t want to become weak. Three long years I had endured the agony of being rejected by him, clinging to the hope that he would accept me again. And now, the cruel irony of him not wanting that same pain settled in. “I, Amanda Patrick, accept your rejection, Duncan. Our bond shall be annulled, and we are nothing together anymore!” I shouted, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.

They had both fame and fortune, while I was left hollow, consumed, guilty, bereaved. If not for him, I might have been a happy mother by now. My nails dug into my palms, jaw clenching until it ached. I swore I would make every person who hurt me pay dearly. I drew in a long breath and turned to the final page of the dossier. The DNA report. As expected, Liam was not Adrian’s son. If he cherished bloodline above all else, then it was time I returned to deliver him this gift.

"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.

The word landed like a stone in still water. Ethan blinked. I stepped forward—close enough that he had to look up at me. “I reject you,” I said. “I reject every promise you’re making right now. I reject the guilt you’re trying to put on me for moving on. I reject the idea that you get to walk back in because your career is crumbling and you suddenly need something to hold onto. I reject the man who chose fame over his children. I reject the man who signed those papers without looking back. I reject the man who let me beg for child support while he bought another sports car.”

His friends snickered. I bit the inside of my cheek and he laughed. "Hey guys, the omega is finding her mate today," he chuckled, nudging his friend with his elbow. "I wonder who will have the honors of giving the rejection?" "I don't really care, as long as I am there to see it," one of his friends cackled. Tears were starting to well up in my eyes, I tried to blink them back but every word that came out of their mouths pushed me closer to losing it.

she scoffs. He opens his mouth to speak but quickly closes it with a sigh. “You want me to reject her?” “Yes, of course, it’s what you promised me. I always accepted the fact that I might not turn out to be your mate and you might find her one day while we’re together. But it was you who made the promise on your own that you would reject them if you ever met them. You just turned 18 and you’ve already met her, are you going to break your promise the second you have?”

“Amber, when I give, I give freely. My gift is unconditional. Don’t ever fear that.” Relief flooded her. He turned away again, clearly trying to process her rejection. The tension hung between them. Then, slowly, he turned back and reached for her hand. This time, she didn’t pull away. “Please—just promise me one thing. Even if you say no to me... wait.” She hesitated. “Wait for what?” “Until you’re legal. If, by then, you still don’t feel the same way... I’ll let you go. I’ll try.”

Was that really so much to ask? I exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling up inside me. My mind replayed his words, the raw sincerity in his voice, the way his shoulders sagged under the weight of my rejection. “Let me see them.” His plea echoed in my head, and I pressed the heel of my hand to my temple, as if I could physically push the thought away. But it lingered still. Why didn’t I let him have that? Why didn’t I take the opportunity to let him keep his promise, to leave for good?

“She's no good. I thought she'd be different,” he finally made a statement. His enthusiasm was bruised and hurt beyond redemption. “I, Chris accept your rejection Promise Quest,” I felt a sharp piercing pain run through my core. Like a shattered piece of glass, the weight of how unloved I was became prominent and a sweat broke out all over me. I watched in disbelief as she left with her chosen mate, hands interlocked while I stayed glued to the spot, cold.