Pregnant And Rejected Novels & Stories

I swallowed and looked up at Delta Jacob who kept a straight face. “Speak Freckles,I don’t have time to waste!” Thundered Alpha Aaron. “…I was matched with Delta Jacob as my mate “ I said as everyone gasped , looking all shocked. “Does Delta Jacob know about this?” Asked Alpha Aaron squinting his thick eyebrows “I do but I reject her as my mate ! I don’t want to have a traitor's daughter as a mate.I, Delta Jacob of BloodMoon Pack rejects omega Maya Lucas as my mate from this moment !” Said Delta Jacob with so much hatred that broke me completely.

I would not be able to handle another rejection. "W–what are you saying?" I gasped in tears. "You heard me properly and I believe your mind is mature enough to understand that you should prepare for my rejection tomorrow" Alpha Trent said coldly. I had never seen such coldness from him before. There was no single warmth in his eyes, there was nothing but darkness and void. "Why do you want to reject me?" I asked with tears rolling down my cheeks. "I owe you no explanation to my decisions, I need you to pre–"

It felt like an eternity before she hung up and turned back to me with a smile on her face and I knew it was bad news. "I apologize, but our policy here is that pregnant tenants are not accepted," she explained, her tone sympathetic. I felt a lump in my throat as disappointment washed over me. But I was determined to work something out. "Is there anything you can do?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. The receptionist shook her head, not even bothering to check for loopholes. "I'm sorry, but it's a strict policy. We can't make exceptions."

The second she noticed the kind of bag I had with me, the kind pregnant women usually carried, she looked shaken. Her breath hitched. When she finally opened her mouth, her voice trembled. "Raymond, why do you have that bag?" I instinctively touched the bag slung over my shoulder. "Oh, my wife's pregnant. She's about four months along now." Her eyes widened in shock. She stumbled back, leaving deep footprints in the snow. A moment later, her eyes lit up again. Rushing toward me, she exclaimed in a desperate tone, "This is fine, Raymond! We can get married right now, and I'll have your children. We can start over! I can have a whole bunch of kids with you!"

he said and left without sparing a glance at me. Once he left, I slumped hard on the floor and began to cry. I thought I would be able to handle the heartbreak until he rejected me. I didn't think of how painful and disheartening rejection would be because he never gave me reasons to reject me in the past. Why now? Why now of all time after getting pregnant for him? I staggered back to my feet and walked deep inside the woods close to me. I didn't bother to look back. I have decided to kill myself and end it all. The love of my life has rejected me and my pregnancy despite the years that we've been together. My father has disowned me and banned me from coming to his house to maintain his so-

It was what I feared: I am pregnant with their child. I don't know how to feel about this, knowing all of them did it with me that night. So it must belong to all of them. But how am I supposed to tell everyone that the people who rejected me did this to me? My heart was breaking as I fell to the ground, looking at the test kit again. I couldn't accept it just yet. Maybe the kit was defective. So I took another one, since I brought multiple. I took another test, and the results were the same. It was after the fourth one that I stopped.

It keeps my mind off of Eric and not to mention the bonus potential with a great design helps cover Debbie’s health costs. The computer screen refreshes and I see an email from the project manager in my inbox and I don’t even need to open the email to know my request is denied. ‘Thank you for your interest; however, we found someone in the company who’s style more closely matches the desired design for this line.’ I let out an annoyed sigh. “And Who is that?” I mutter under my breath. I check the time. Almost lunch. Luckily, the designers have a meeting during lunch with the project manager so maybe I can ask her what’s up with all these rejections. I gather my belongings and head to the boa

"You said 'us'. You said 'You rejected us'." He did the math. Five years ago. The rejection. The immediate departure. The age of the boy. He looked at my stomach, then back at my face. "You were pregnant," Kael whispered. The color drained from his face, leaving him ashen. "That night. At the Mating Ball. When I rejected you... you were already pregnant." I looked away. I could not look at the pain in his eyes. It was too raw. "Answer me!" Kael begged. His voice broke. "Elara, please. Was I... did I reject my own pup?"

Every mother should be happy to hear the father finally knows. Finally admits. Finally sees. But all I felt was panic. Panic and anger and this sickening ache that pulsed in my ribs. How could I be happy? He was the one who rejected our child the moment he was born. He didn’t even hold Ethan. Didn’t look at him. Didn’t ask if he was okay. Didn’t even present their to hear the doctor say, “It’s a boy.” He walked away. Left me alone. Left our son alone.