Novel & Cerita Regret Rejecting A Guy

I could only stand there and watch another man hold what was rightfully mine. Regret gnawed at my insides, growing heavier by the second. I should never have rejected him back then. I should have made him my secret lover instead. That way, status, reputation, and my lover—I would have had them all. “I told you not to reject him,” Scar, my wolf, sighed heavily in my mind, his voice dripping with disappointment. “Now you regret it, but there is nothing you can do to change it.” “Damn it!” I punched the solid trunk of the pine tree beside me. The bark splintered, scraping my knuckles bloody, but I barely felt the pain. As I stared through the branches at Ren's silhouette, I made my decision.

He would never beg for his life. I sighed. “Matt, please just go away. I don’t have time to deal with all this now. I don’t want to have lunch with you, and there’s nothing to talk about or make right between us. I’m beginning to get irritated by all this.” “Meadow, there’s a lot to talk about between us, and you know it. I know I messed up seven years ago. There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t thought about you. Please, I just need another chance to make it up to you. I just want us to start afresh,” he said, walking closer to me.

I assumed Lucy had finally worked up the courage and accepted my rejection. I knew I was a coward to reject her the way I did. A better man might have given the bond a try. There had to have been a reason the Moon Goddess made her my mate and... a better man would have waited to find out why, but I didn't. I thought shy, timid Lucy had come to terms with the reality that the reason she always wanted to be near me was because she was my mate, and the reason I didn't want to see her was because I had already rejected her and now, she'd done the bravest thing she could do, rejected me back. I thought that was the reason why I passed out cold for a week, groaning in pain, but I was wrong.

“What do you regret the most?” His gray eyes darkened. “You.” The single word sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I tightened my grip, pressing my fingers just enough to remind him that he wasn’t in control. “Be specific.” “I regret ignoring you,” he admitted, his voice rough. “Regret letting the pack treat you like nothing.” His breathing deepened. “Regret not realizing you were mine before it was too late.” A sharp laugh left my lips, bitter and raw. “Too late?” I echoed. “You think I’d have thrown myself at you if you had known sooner?” I leaned in, my lips hovering just above his ear. “You would have rejected me on sight.”

His shoulder brushes mine. My chest aches from that small touch. He doesn’t slow down. Don't look back. Just leave. And I stand there feeling stupid. Stupid for hoping. Stupid for asking. Stupid for wanting him. I press my hand to my chest. Why does it hurt this much? It was just a question. So why does it feel like rejection? My thoughts spin. Maybe he does regret me. Maybe I’m just a mistake to him. Maybe that kiss was just a weakness.

He smiled, but it wasn’t from happiness. ‘Violet, As much as I want to say yes and whisky you away on a more romantic date than a coffee shop or bar for a drink, I just don’t think it's a good idea. Not right now anyway’. My heart sank and I suddenly felt a little bit uncomfortable. I had put myself out there… and he rejected me. ‘It was a stupid idea anyway!’. I mumbled. I grabbed my bag off my desk and went to leave but he grabbed my arm lightly, stopping me;

Their eyes met—and behind Revaldo's sweet smile, Vania saw the pressure, the control. "Vania, I'm serious. I want a future with you," he said. Vania took a deep breath. She glanced at the sea of faces waiting for her answer. A part of her wanted to fake acceptance just to save face. But her heart screamed no. Accepting would mean burying her freedom forever. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "I'm sorry, Revaldo. I... I can't." The room fell deathly silent. The music stopped. Some guests froze in shock, others began whispering urgently. Revaldo’s expression darkened briefly before he forced a smile back onto his face.

I’m upset with myself for ever getting myself into this situation, and I’m especially upset for, once again, letting it get between me and my friend. “So,” she says after a few moments, “when you guys randomly left the bar last night, were you going to hook up, or…?” I swallow again. “No, actually.” I pause, gathering my thoughts. “Karl... he rejected me last night. He said I’d just regret it, like I ‘always do’.” Chloe furrows her brow. “Do you always regret it?” Her words make me shrug. “I don’t know,” I reply. “Maybe. Maybe not. I… I do like hooking up with him. I miss him.”

“Why? You clearly want things to work out between you two.” “I do,” I admit. “But after Noah, I made a promise to myself that I will never beg or chase a man again and I’m not breaking that promise… I’m not going to beg him to choose me over his doubts. I’m not making the same mistake I made with Noah.” Adrian had the chance to believe me but just like Noah, he chose to believe someone else over me and as much as I try to understand him, that’s not something I can easily let go of.