Once Rejected Thrice Accepted Novels & Stories

Endless sigh escaped her mouth from excessive thinking. "I doubt that." Lynn muttered. "He doesn't pretend, if he doesn't want you, he will reject you immediately, just like what he did to Aria." Lynn responded. Aria nodded in agreement. "It only means one thing– his wolf didn't recognize it second chances nate." she murmured. Mariella sighed again. She doesn't know what else to do. She hasn't even been rejected and she is feeling this way. How would she cope if he ends up rejecting her?

I ask concerned that she is slipping away from me. “I rejected you,” she says quietly. I smile down at her, “Ahhh, well that did hurt, I must admit little mate. But I did not accept it, therefore, it did not take,” I say to her calmly. She looks at me in surprise. “Why didn’t you accept it?” she asks confused.

They were all twenty-one and this was the third time Julius had rejected his mate. The first time was when I was seventeen. Rumors said he rejected her because she was too fat, he called her a loser, someone unworthy of being his mate. The second time was when I was eighteen, he rejected his mate at the same time my first mate rejected me, this time, he said she was too short. And now it was my turn.… the third time, he was rejecting me just because I was a mute girl obviously. What did I expect? Who would want a mute girl as his mate? I wasn’t surprised, not really because I had expected it but the humiliation… the sting of being dismissed yet again hit harder than I cared to admit.

“What’s his name again? He’s the Lycan King, but I can’t really recall his name.” I remembered that moment...the third chance I thought I’d earned through sheer grit and a flawless pitch. It had been the turning point that allowed me to keep my career while the world was falling apart. “What do you mean?” I typed back, my fingers hovering nervously over the keys. “It wasn't the board, Ronnie. They had already signed the rejection letter because you had missed two chances,” Agnes replied, the typing bubble dancing for a long moment before the next block of text appeared.

I prayed to the moon goddess that I would never have to feel what rejection was. I swallowed hard, choking on my saliva. He noticed my nervousness and his cocky smile was gone. For a second, I thought I saw worry flash across his eyes as he spoke. "Besides, what do you know that the Cavannagh brothers will choose in the end? They might be pitying you by not rejecting you but a time will come where their decisions will be made. "You haven't been rejected, sure, but you haven't been accepted either. There's a difference between not being rejected and being accepted. What will you do if all your mates are gone?"

"Mrs. Layla Blackwood. Please take the stand." I inhaled deeply and walked forward, taking the oath with a dry mouth. My heart pounded as I sat down. The plaintiff’s lawyer stood first. "Mrs. Blackwood, how many applicants did The Amara Initiative receive during its last open call?" "Over five thousand," I answered. "From all over the country." "And how many were accepted?" "Thirty-two." He raised his brow. "Less than one percent. Interesting. So what criteria did you use to decide who was worthy? Their talent? Or their appearance?"

"Vance Properties has no interest in Crestwood. Now or ever. I'll make that plain enough that even a Beta can't misread it." "Aria…" "I have to go, Mara." I hung up before she could ask the question underneath the question, the one about why my voice had gone thin on “Remus's name,” and steady on everything else. The rejection letter took three hours and six drafts. Not because the words were hard. Because every version sounded like it cared too much, and I needed it to sound like it didn't care at all. “Thank you for your interest. Unfortunately, we are unable to accept your proposal. Our portfolio is at capacity. We wish you the best in your future endeavors.”

"Don't approach me, don't speak to me unless it's absolutely necessary for Queens Enterprises business. Are we clear?" I nod, not trusting my voice. "Good." He walks away, disappearing into the garage without looking back. I stand there on the sidewalk, shaking with humiliation and rage. Three attempts. Three damn fucking rejections. All three of them chose Isabel, defended her and dismissed me completely like I'm nothing and it seems like I don't even register as a threat or an option or anything worth their time. The tears come before I can stop them, hot, and angry tears that I wipe away viciously.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY "I have already reconsider my decision, I will accept you and I have forgiven you......" "Forgiven me for what?"

But I also didn’t want to be killed right now. My lips parted as I feigned movement, bringing the meat closer to my mouth but at the last second, I froze. My entire body revolted. His gaze darkened. "Eat it." A lump formed in my throat. I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling around the chunk of flesh. "I can't eat it , I'm a vegetarian", I failed to it and spoke. "This little human thinks , I like being disrespected. First take her in the dungeon, and starve her for three days",