Radical Acceptance Audiobook Novels & Stories

I don't let them do anything else. Rhys makes a sound — low, involuntary, the sound of his side of it snapping too. "Accept it," I say. "Aud—" "Accept it, Rhys. Right now." He looks at me for a long moment with those wide eyes and whatever is sitting behind his expression that I am not going to spend any more of tonight trying to read. "I accept," he says. Quiet. Raw. "I, Rhys, accept the rejection." The last of it goes.

Without warning a voice speaks in my head and then the words fall from my lips in unison with his. “Mate” The hall quickly erupts in a series of whispers as I’m brought back to reality. The man walks quickly and goes to my uncle. “Beta Coleman” His strong voice thunders, “I thought I told you that your brother and his progeny are not to be accepted back into the pack” “Chris he’s dead and-” “It’s Alpha Beck” The man says haughtily. I quickly take the mental note to not like this asshole, seriously who he thinks he is.

Pov: Marshall Ackerman There was so much I hated and every day I had to go through the routine of rejecting women who wanted me to be in a Jacktic relationship with them. I wondered when they were going to take the hint that I didn’t give a rat’s ass about such things and I would rather be alone than spend my time forming a futile connection with some woman just because it’s somehow better than being a lone wolf.

he said. Silence. That was the final consequence. Not loss of connection. Not loss of presence. Loss of influence. Aurora sat down one last time. “So we just exist inside their version now,” she said quietly. Elias didn’t correct her. “Yes.” A pause. “And adapt within it.” Silence filled the room again. But this time— It wasn’t uncertainty. It was acceptance. Aurora looked at her screen. At the documents. At the locked sections. At the system that had decided what she was—

She grabs my hand and lets her nails go through my skin. Blood starting to drip on my ground, but I can’t feel any pain. My mind is too occupied with what she said. Is it that visible? Did she see in a short period how I hate being recessive Alpha? I harshly let her neck go. I hate her, there is no possibility that I will accept her as my mate. I turn my back to her, I don’t want to talk to her anymore. I just want to wake up from this nightmare. “Just accept it, there is nothing to change if you hate yourself. Accept it in positivity and you will know how lucky you are.” She said but I just ignore her.

he said softly. I placed a hand on my lips to bring down the sob that bobbled to my throat, but some of it escaped, shaming me badly. I hated to be weak, but that exactly what I was. Maybe, that was why Eros wanted nothing to do with me. I felt Cancil’s hand squeeze my hands tightly. Without thinking, I pulled into his arm, and sobbed hard on his chest. My head felt like it would explode. “It will be all right. The only thing that is clear is that your Alpha must have been crazy to reject you. It’s his loss and not yours,” Cancil mumbled quietly.

He radiated so much respect that it made me weak in my knees. "We gather under this roof to celebrate not only the unity of our pack but also the spirit of transformation and acceptance. As the Alpha, it is both my privilege and honor to stand before you and address this remarkable assembly. First of all, let me welcome all lone wolves who accepted the invitation and decided to establish their new homes in our pack. Your journey was painful, breathtaking, and magnificent. Here, you will be safe. Here, we act like one and do not judge. You are free at your will and you will be treated respectfully.

"The full transformation feels impossible, like an unattainable goal." Killian, his wolfish features softened, approached her with a steady stride. "Tiffany, the path you've chosen is not meant to be easy," he said, his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "But remember, the strength you seek is already within you. Believe in yourself, trust in your instincts, and embrace the challenges as opportunities for growth."

I felt liberated by accepting an apology from the woman that I loathed for breaking my family. "Baby, I'm so proud of you," Denver spoke to me cautiously. He knew that my experiences in life were difficult yet, I chose kindness towards them. We rested for a moment and I was having a second thoughts about reading my Dad's letter to me. I felt like I wasn't ready for it. "I think you should read it," Denver persuaded me so that it won't bother me anymore. He knew it would only stir my mind thinking about what my father would want to tell me in that letter.

I didn’t trust myself to. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, I slowly turned to face him, lifting my chin. “Thank you,” I said, voice eerily calm. “If that’s truly what you think of me, then I’m glad you rejected me.” His eyes narrowed, confused. “I don’t need an Alpha who sees me as nothing but a weakness,” I continued, the pain in my chest coiled tight, caged. “I don’t need your mark. I don’t need your pity. And I sure as hell don’t need you.”