My Rejected Mate Novels & Stories

Luna The shock of seeing Leo affected the rest of my afternoon. I paced through the little house I’d lived in for over a hundred years, unable to clear my mind of the way my soulmate had looked at me. The attraction was just as deep and pulsating for me as it had ever been, the pull on the golden arch over my heart painful, yearning and screaming at me to go back to him. I hated that it still existed, the shock of the soulmate symbol still in existence even though I had been rejected, and he was supposed to be dead!

"From my pack." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your pack?" he repeated. "You mean there are more of you?" I nodded. "Yes. I was...I was their mate. But they rejected me." Lucas frowned. "Rejected you?" he said, his voice softening. "What do you mean?" I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "They...they didn't want me. I wasn't good enough for them." Lucas didn't say anything for a long moment, but I could feel his eyes on me. "I'm sorry," he said finally. "That must have been hard."

There are a million things unlikable about you, asshole. "Do you want me to tell you honestly?" I asked with a polite smile and he stared at me up and down interestedly. "So, I'd appreciate it if you rejected me right now." "If you feel so strongly about it, why don't you reject me yourself?" I can't do that. I once had a mate and I rejected him, I don't have the ability to reject my second chance mate. Only Mr. Gomez can reject me. "I..." He smirked, "you can't, can you?" That could only mean one thing."

I was still his mate. Rhys bent down to my level and held my chin, shaking his head slowly, “Not anymore.” he grinned, a desperate, cold look in his eyes. He tightened his grip on my chin, almost breaking my bones, “I, Rhys Blackford, Alpha of the Bluemoon pack, reject you, Lisa williams as my fated mate.” My eyes widened with shock at the cold words that flowed from his lips. There was no hint of pain in his eyes, he was like a stone cold sculpture. He cared less about the mate bond, he only cared about Felza and that alone was enough to drive me insane. “Accept the rejection!” Rhys snapped, but I shook my head, laughing out loud like a maniac, “I'm not going to accept it. You're going to f

“ That single word cut like a blade. Damon’s eyes held mine; sharp and merciless. My breath hitches and my father’s hand got tighter on mine, my eye bubbled with tears as I stared at him. The whole community gasped, I could hear murmurs and whispers. “I Alpha Damon, reject you Ava as my mate, as my Luna and as my anything.” He announced, his tone harsh and unwelcoming. “You are fragile, you are weak. A Luna should command fear and not pity, you are not worth being glanced at.” His voice was venom. It was filled with regret and unfamiliar emotions. My chest shattered like glass and I could feel the pain radiating through my body.

"That absurd. Mates don't hurt each other; he's your other half. The moment he lays eyes on you, I know he'll do everything for you." I wish he would. "What if he doesn't want me?" looking back at her. "No mate would ever reject their other half. If he would, he would be stupid and hope to die soon." Thinking about him dying made her stomach churn. She couldn't bear to see him die. "What about the one being rejected?" "She would be in vain from the rejection. But she will survive if that person has the strong will to live, or luckily, she might be given a second chance, mate."

‘He’s your second chance mate,’ my wolf confirmed. My heart dropped. No. That’s impossible! I refused to accept it. I didn’t want it to be true. How could Dominic—of all people—be my second chance mate? I stared at him. My head began to throb, and I couldn’t think straight. This couldn’t be real. I shook my head repeatedly, trying to deny it. I could barely breathe as panic rushed through my chest. Then Dominic spoke. “You're not his official Luna yet. This will help you.”

"In that case, I accept your proposal. On one condition." "What is it?" "When this is all over, if you wish to leave, I will not stop you," Marcus said gently. "I want a mate who comes to me willingly, not one bound by a promise of revenge." I looked at this man. He was the complete opposite of Adrian. Mature, steady, and respectful of my choices. "Deal," I said, holding out my hand. Marcus took it, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my knuckles. "Then, as of today, Elena Astoria-Whitehawk, I am your intended mate."

“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.

Vaelric's jaw clenched, Alpha's autopace reasserting itself under duress as his eyes stayed glued to me. I was here because two hours after I turned her down, a connection that should have been dead almost ripped me apart from the inside. Sound familiar? Do you know what that means? Do any of you? " His last word was laced with a crack, and I watched him hate himself for it. Rejected bonds don't do that. They fade. They ache. They do not kill their severing wolf. The courtyard went very quiet. I drawled out, What do you mean? "And a cold, rational part of me had already divined what it would be before the deer was halfway through its play.