One Mate And A Rejection Novels & Stories

“Dana, am I right in thinking you don’t know too much about mate bonds or how they work?” She shyly nods yes and has a sad look in her eyes. I want so desperately to see her happy and more so to be her reason to be happy. “That’s okay, no reason to be upset. The longer two mates are in each other's company, the harder it is to resist one another. Eventually they either accept each other or they reject one another which is pretty rare. And it’s usually one rejecting the other, not both”. The thought of her rejecting me, I almost can’t say the word and I see her catch my grimace at the word.

When I was one month pregnant, my fated mate Caleb’s childhood best friend turned out to be three months along. Caleb decided to hold a bonding ceremony with her. When I broke down and asked what would happen to me and our pup, he said calmly, "Stella is different from you. I’m the only friend she has left in the pack. If people find out she’s pregnant out of wedlock, the gossip will destroy her!" But he seemed to forget that he was my only support in the pack, too. Later, he allowed our baby to be called a bastard pup. He let his parents drag me into a healing room to force an abortion on me. My inner wolf went completely dead. I didn't want this man anymore. What Caleb didn't know was that

I found it hard to believe him, to believe that it would be that simple for this need, this craving, to just disappear because of some forced rejection. As if reading my mind, Thorne leaned closer with a sad smile. “Whatever you and I are feeling right now is just a side effect of the mate bond between us. I know how strong it feels, like it has become part of you, but trust me, you will go back to normal once the rejection is done.” “Fine,” I said after a few seconds of silence because I did not know what else to say. What was I supposed to do? Beg him not to reject me?

My ass is hurting. Be quiet. In my thoughts, I heard a response from my wolf. I rolled my eyes as I exited my vehicle. My pack companions surrounded me right away. First to give me a hug were my parents. I received a strong pat on the back from my father, the former alpha, as he shook my hand. My mother, the Luna, hugged me tenderly. I had once more failed to find a mate, who was nowhere to be found. My mother was still the Luna of my pack because of this. For the past three years, I have been leaving my area in quest of my partner. Mates were expected to cross paths shortly after their first shift and, maybe and incredibly infrequently, a year later. I'm twenty-one now.

Alpha Carmine sits down. “Father don’t ask me to stop searching for her. Klondike and I want and need our mates. If I have to start searching myself then I will, I’ll never stop.” Beauden repeatedly shakes his head “I can’t stop. Not until I find Wissy. I was wrong for taking her as I did. I pray every day she forgives me. I’ll do whatever she wants me to do as long as my beautiful mate accepts me.” Carmine nods “Okay I understand what you're saying. Have you thought that your mate bonds might leave? After all, you rejected her. I don’t know if once you reject someone and take it back that will change anything. "

Wiping away the tears that didn’t even stop from that moment, I immediately drove home. My mom opened the door and my dad was standing behind her. “What happened Ariana? Don’t you have school?” “Lucas Klein is my mate.” I mumbled and my dad jumped in joy. “But–but.” “But what?” “But he rejected me.” The pain was still unbearable as I tried to fight it. With my wolf whining, I couldn’t even do anything. “It hurts mom.” I cried wishing that she would hug me and tell me that it was going to get better.

He paused, briefly locked eyes with her through the mirror and went on to adjust the necktie. “But if it makes you feel better; You are not my mate and never will be. And if by the slightest chance, which is next to impossible in this case, you happen to be one then I, Jordan Westhund, reject you, Selly as my mate and server whatever bonds exist between us.”

"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."

Slowly, quietly, until you’re left wondering how something that felt so right can hurt this much. That’s the risk no one talks about. A mate isn’t just love. They’re also the one person who can break you completely. And once the bond exists, there’s no stepping away from it. Mate is also accompanied by rejection. It was not unusual but it's there, just dormant. Two mates agreed and loved each other, and formed a bond. One-sided love is equal to rejection but this is rare to almost nonexistence.

Anger surged through me. "Who is he?" I asked slowly, my tone deadly. "Gamma Shane," The bastard! Joe cried in my arms. "He rejected me right there," he sobbed, and I held him even closer—my poor friend. Being rejected by your mate is one of the worst things that can happen to a werewolf; your inner wolf would be in constant pain, and they might even leave due to the rejection. That was why mates never rejected one another. It was the first time I had heard of someone rejecting their mate.