My Promised Rejection Olivia Novels & Stories

“Tell me you don't want me, Liam and I'll leave. Tell me you didn't have your eyes on me first before she stole you from me with her pitiful story. I know the engage is a lie already. There's nothing stopping us.” Just when I thought it couldn't get any messy. “I can't betray Olivia.” She laughs, but this time there's something bitter in the sound. "Who says she has to know?” “My answer remains the same either way. ” Emma finishes her whiskey in one gulp and sets the glass down with more force than necessary. "Perhaps you're right. Perhaps some things are too complicated." I nod, relieved that she seems to be accepting my rejection gracefully. "I'm glad you understand."

Nero thundered, standing to his full height, his tone edged like a blade. Yet Olivia did not backtrack. Her grief made her mad and reckless. “You promised me!” she cried, her voice cracking as her green eyes blazed into his. “Last night…” her eyes snapped shut like she was confronted with a video proof of what had happened in the same bed she was laying on now. She reopened them, “...last night when I gave myself to you, you promised you wouldn’t touch him. That was the deal. My self for his life. And now he’s gone. You cheated me!”

My ex-mate, the current Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. My mind flashed back five years. The sacred Mating Ceremony. Moonlight bathed the altar. I was dressed in a pure white ceremonial gown, my heart full of hope as I waited for him. The entire pack had gathered to witness our union. But he arrived with a pregnant Cora at his side. “I’m sorry, Evelyn,” he’d said in front of everyone, his voice as cold as a stranger’s. “I can’t complete the marking with you. My heart belongs to Cora, and she is carrying my pup. I choose to reject you.”

Now that I knew the truth—that Olivia was the real Little Orange—my emotions were a chaotic blend of rage at Victoria's years of deception and an almost desperate joy at finding my true childhood love. "I need to talk to you," I said, my amber eyes searching her face. "Please, just give me a moment." Olivia's reaction couldn't have been more different from what I'd hoped. She physically recoiled from me, taking two quick steps backward. Her face hardened with cold rejection, her wolf retreating deep within her as if my very presence was toxic. "Ethan Stone, you're not welcome here." Her voice carried the unmistakable authority of a Luna despite our estrangement.

The crowd laughs the kind of laugh that lets your body breathe again. “Truth?” Elder Max prompts. Olive steps forward, hands not shaking anymore. “I accept Joel,” she says, clear as a bell. “I reject the engagement. I want my father to know he failed and that I will not fail that way.” Denise swallows and nods.

“If that’s what you want, then no problem. I won’t bother you about it again. I promise.” Charles narrowed his eyes at her, his confusion deepening. “Just like that? You’re giving up?” Olivia nodded, her expression serene. “Just like that. I love you so much and you know that I don't like you getting all worked up. At least it shouldn't come from me. So yeah, I'm cool with it. If you say no, then it's no, and I'm cool with it.” He studied her for a long moment, searching for any sign of deception, but all he found was calm resolve. “You’re up to something,” he finally said, shaking his head. “But fine. I’ll take the win.”

I break into the council room, Liana no longer able to hold me back. “NO!” I scream, and Abel, Roanna and Alpha Rick’s eyes turn to me. Alpha Rick jumps up. “Olivia! What is the meaning of this?” “Take it back!” I hit his chest as hard as I can, even though he doesn’t budge. “Take back the promise you made!” His eyes shift from startled confusion to even worse startled horror. “You were listening?”

Olivia shook her head violently, refusing to accept his words. “He told me he’d be back.” Her voice cracked. “He promised me he’d come back.” Tears began streaming down her face. “He promised.” She covered her mouth with both hands, but the sob that escaped her was impossible to contain. Jordan moved toward her, but Olivia barely seemed aware of him. “He can’t be dead,” she whispered. “He just can’t.” Her knees weakened, and Jordan quickly caught her before she fell. “Tell me you’re joking,” she pleaded, clutching his shirt. “Please, Jordan. Please tell me you’re joking.”

She asks Olivia, who shakes her head. “It’s a lot of pain, Cami. I have never been rejected, but I also know you can’t handle two rejections. It would kill you,” Olivia says to her, her voice laced with panic and fear. Two rejections? Isn’t she mated to Salvatore? My mind is a whirlwind of questions as I stand there, but their conversation gets quieter. They are moving. I peek around the corner, and for sure, they are moving up the stairs. Does she have a mate? Salvatore said she was engaged to him.

Mary said earnestly. "They don't have to do anything. They will never accept me. I have no place in this world," Olivia said. She sighed deeply. "Let's not talk about this. I have accepted my fate and I have chosen my path. It's time to find the missiles." Olivia stood as she finished, glancing down at Mary. Mary nodded and stood beside her as the carriage came around the front of the manor and made the way toward the girls. It stopped and they climbed inside, shutting the door firmly behind them.