Novel & Cerita My Promised Rejection Olivia

"I don’t care about any of that, Reuben. I only wanted to know you better. Can’t we give this a chance now that I know the truth?" Reuben closed his eyes, and Olivia felt a surge of hope that he would agree. She couldn’t explain it, but the thought of being denied was unbearable. She felt vulnerable and foolish for being so emotionally invested, but her feelings were beyond her control. "I’m sorry, Olivia," Reuben finally said, his voice filled with regret. "I can’t let this happen." Her heart shattered at his rejection. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and leaned back in her seat, staring out the window as he started the car and resumed their journey.

“Honey, if anyone hurt you or if something happened, you must promise me you’ll tell me. I’m here for you.” I swallowed hard, the urge to cry bubbling beneath my skin. “No, Mom… It’s nothing like that. I just need some time alone.” I managed a feeble smile, hoping to end the conversation before the truth could tear us both apart. Olivia sighed softly, clearly disappointed but unwilling to press further. “Okay, darling. But promise me you’ll talk if it ever gets too much,” she said, her voice gentle yet resolute.

"After tomorrow's full moon celebration, we'll perform the ritual. Be ready." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me trembling in the doorway. As he disappeared from view, whispers erupted around me, quickly growing into murmurs and then outright conversation. "Rejected!" "The Alpha rejected his mate!" "Who would choose someone like her anyway?" “I heard she’s actually an Omega” “Really? No wonder he rejected her. An Alpha mated to an Omega. Hilarious!” Through tear-blurred vision, I saw Fina pushing through the crowd toward me, triumph written across her features. Beside her, Aunt Meredith watched with cold satisfaction.

Even more than Zenon who stood silent, masking his own inner turmoil. "Go ahead and say the rejection vows! Don't waste my time any further!" Olivia snapped, her voice rising above her lungs. She'd hearing footsteps approaching and she couldn't waste any more second being here. Whether or not she were the one who said the rejection vows or the one to accept the rejection, it would still be the same thing. Although this was the first time a wolf would have three fated mates, she was very sure the rejection would be pretty much like other ones.

Slap! Olivia's palm stung from where it had connected with Caleb's cheek. Her mismatched eyes blazed with hurt and fury. "I am not Caroline," she tried to control her voice, but it shook anyway. "I will never be Caroline." She yanked the promise ring off her finger and threw it at his feet.

Olivia frowned and said, “Yes, yes! Auntie promises you! Three days! You will definitely meet your father in three days!” Reece’s eyes lit up brightly. He looked at Olivia and asked doubtfully, “Really?” Olivia nodded without hesitation. She patted Reece’s head gently and whispered to him, “But honey, promise me first—this is our little secret. You can’t tell your mother. Can you agree?” Reece cheered and nodded quickly, then hugged Olivia and gave her a kiss. “Aunt Olivia, you are so kind!”

“Because you’re clearly not listening when I talk to you and tell you that it's not about you… you come in here, acting like—” “Oh, for God’s sake.” Olivia turned away, pacing once across the immaculate living room. Her heels clicked sharply against the hardwood. “Not about me? Seriously? All I want is for you to just show up,” she said, spinning back toward him. “That’s it. Not promises. Not five-year plans. Just… show up. Why is that so hard for you to do?”

Instead of snapping, I took a slow step forward, invading her space. "Oh, really?" I asked. "Because from what I saw last night, he already rejected you. Right in front of the entire pack." I smiled, a dark, humorless curve of my lips. "Now, it’s entirely up to me whether I accept him or not. I have absolutely nothing to lose, Olivia. So go ahead. Cry about it." Her face went pale with shock, but I wasn't finished. I leaned in, dropping my voice to a lethal, bitter whisper that I knew would cut her to the bone.

“You heard me. Go wait for your friend outside. I don’t want you under my roof.” “Mr. Picasso, please wait... I need this. I need to feel normal,” I pleaded, reaching for his arm. But he didn't even look back. “Get the hell out of my bar, Olivia! Don’t make me drag you out myself!” --- I had no choice. I stripped off the apron, grabbed my charcoal wool coat, and walked out into the biting winter air. The rejection stung worse than Dickson’s grip. I felt like a leper, cast out of the only home I’d ever known because of a man I hadn't even asked to love.

The truth rose hard, and I forced it back down. She nodded. “That answers it.” “It’s not simple.” “It is,” she said. Her eyes shone, but she blinked it away. “I’ve known for months. I just didn’t want it to be real.” I stood. “I’m sorry.” She looked straight at me. “You can’t be sorry and keep doing it.” The phone buzzed again. June. I didn’t pick it up. Olivia glanced at the screen, then back at me. “She’s sending you pictures of her dress. And you’re going to stand beside her while she renews her vows with him.”