Not Rejected Just Unwanted Novels & Stories

The way her pulse quickened when I touched her, no matter how much she tried to hide it. I took a step closer, watching as her jaw tensed. “Do you feel it? We are mates” I asked, my voice low. She didn't pretend to misunderstand. "I know what I am," she said. "And I know what you are. You would never want an outcast as your luna." Her lips curled into something almost bitter. "I'm ready for rejection." Boris growled. Her words twist in my chest. I hadn't expected that. I had expected confusion, maybe denial, but not this….this quiet acceptance, like she had already made peace with a fate I hadn't even fucking decided yet.

He continued, “I don’t want this information to be misused. We are all on a dangerous path, and one wrong step could change everything.” At that moment, my feelings were mixed. On one hand, there was the desire to find my missing father. On the other hand, I was hesitant to trust those who were once considered enemies. “What will happen if I don’t join?” I asked, trying to assess all the possibilities. He sighed and said, “We won’t force you. But we need someone who understands this situation to help us fight a greater threat.”

Marta asked, trying to process everything. Felix didn’t answer. He believed it was already obvious. “You should have rejected the marriage, just like I did back then,” Henrietta said. “And lose my position?” Felix snapped back angrily.

That tiny piece of metal held the financial records that would destroy everything Adrian loved. I didn't want closure. I wanted to make him feel exactly what it felt like to be completely rejected. I grabbed my coat and stepped out into the night, ready to start the fire.

"Must be nice though. Two Alphas fighting over you." I open my mouth to correct her, to lay out exactly how untrue that framing is, how none of this was something I asked for or wanted, how being rejected in front of two hundred people doesn't magically become romantic just because someone else happened to notice. The words are right there, ready to spill out in careful, reasonable detail. I stop myself. Barely. "I need to get to the clinic," I say instead, and walk away before I can undo my own restraint.

The person that stands a meter from my right spoke and I inhaled deeply as I turned to him. "Gregory, thank you. But, I'm sorry, I can't accept that." I declined politely and he seemed surprised or troubled. I don't care. Well, he is just one of them that wants to take me out and ask me out on a date or just show their interest in me. And, I am so tired of declining every single time since my last few years here. If only my girlfriend makes us officially out, I wouldn't be stressing out these desperate suitors. "Why? I mean, just... Take it. And, I would be happy already even if you will just accept it, Matt." He insisted and I shook my head as I tried to think of some nice words to say.

she sobs not even wanting to accept his rejection because deep down inside her she has feelings for him but Cora was right "Maynard accept your rejection" and she runs off crying leaving him behind.

"You don't, you really don't understand how it feels to be unwanted all your life. When you marked me that night, my expectations were so high, I was so happy. I always wanted a mate because I thought that if everybody rejected me, he wouldn't. But guess what, he did and yet I still tried my best to please him, I wanted him to choose me so bad and when he didn't, I lost hope. Nobody wanted me, and I'm sure nobody still doesn't." "Celes—" "Don't try to convince me, I've known myself long enough to know that things never end with me being happy. I'm always the one left out, the one in the corner without a smile on the face. It's probably going to be the same now. You're going to choose me now,

I ask. “Kate, I never expected this. I don’t want this, I am going to reject her,” he says shockingly. “What we have is special to me, I can’t accept her,” he concludes. Looking at me, for what I don’t know. An endorsement? Happiness that he’s rejecting someone for me. I don’t know what he wants.

, I shrugged a little, knowing very well that he wasn't impressed with me drunk calling him the other night and was surely going to bring it up sometime in this conversation "You're a grown woman, you can do what you want, whenever you want, with whomever you want", he took his phone out of his pocket, stared at it for a second before sliding to the right on the screen and put it back in his pocket again. He just rejected a call. He never rejects calls, like ever. "Shouldn't you take that?", I asked when he took his phone out again and rejected the call yet again "It's not important", he pressed on the power button, switching his phone completely off and tossed it on the couch beside him. "T