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Out of nowhere, the backlash struck mercilessly. The flowers Chloe had forced into bloom withered overnight, crumbling into ash. The beauty sustained by my essence began to fracture, too. Her skin grew dry, and her hair fell out in clumps. Night after night, she was plagued by nightmares. She dreamed of a cold, golden moon hanging overhead, silently judging her. "Ethan… I feel awful," she whimpered, trembling uncontrollably in his arms. "It feels like something inside me is rejecting me. I'm so scared."

" Coren’s eyes soften suddenly, filled with incomprehension and confusion. I do. I love him and it hurts me badly to want to do something like this, but I can't stay here anymore. The love I have for him will make me endure anything he throws at me, but I owe it to myself to walk away. "I'm sorry, Coren," I say as I stand up, placing my hands on the table and facing him directly without hesitation. Coren looks terrified. He turns pale and shakes his head in disbelief but I will not back down anymore. "I, Destiny Willows, reject you, Coren Silver, as my fated mate.” The second I reject him, something snaps in my body. My heart is cracking, and I can feel every bit of it, every crack of pain a

Yet each time the image of Tristan hugging her while she claimed to have me wrapped around her fingers crushed whatever hope remained. By nightfall I returned alone to my room. I opened the box containing every letter, rejected gift, and precious memory I had kept since the day I first realized she was my mate. I quietly studied each item one final time. Every memory hurt because I no longer knew whether any of it had ever been real. Eventually I reached the heartbreaking conclusion that remaining her mate would only allow her to destroy me exactly as she did in the life shown in my visions. With tears I refused to acknowledge, I retrieved the ancient book describing the sacred rejection rit

So the consequences were there too. I stopped reading and frowned at it. “Why is it that only the person who was rejected will have to experience the consequences? Why can't the man who rejected me be the one who should get punished?” I mumbled and shook my head. My desire to read the book had completely vanished by that point. I did not want to read something that could only show the power of Alpha and the downfall of his rejected mate. I was about to close the book when my eyes fell on a page. As soon as I opened the page, I noticed that the uppermost edge of the page had been folded.

“Why would I love someone who was nothing but cruel to me my entire life? You beat me, pissed on my mother’s grave, harassed and humiliated me at every turn. You turned anyone who could have offered me a shred of kindness against me. You made my life miserable and were one of the two biggest reasons I tried to take my own life. Thank Goddess my real mate was there and saved me.” As if I summoned him, Rafe leaps down and stands at my side, arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me close. “Wesley Wrest, I, Makayla Crane, reject you as my mate. I reject the false bond you forced into place using forbidden and illegal magic. And I accept Alpha Rafael Crane as my husband, my mate, and my Alpha.

They didn’t act like rogues, but no normal pack members would show up in the middle of the night looking for food. The silence that stretched between us was thick. “And now?” I asked. “Now,” he said after a short pause, “I know you're strong, but broken.” “All rogues were broken one way or another. What’s the big deal?” I shrugged. Alan looked me in the eye. “You were rejected, weren’t you?” I sucked in some air. Uncontrollable pain grasped my chest when Jared’s emotionless words flooded my mind. ‘I, Jared Blake, Alpha of Moonstone, stand before the Goddess to reject Claire Baines as my mate.’

“I told you not to fight him. Now you know why. You learned it the hard way.” Jax didn’t answer, but his body shook violently as something within him was changing. After that, a dark fire covered his whole body, making him scream in pain. My father tried to hold him, but the fire burned his hand and pushed him twenty feet away. Jax stood up from the wet grass, holding his head in agony. I watched him as he transformed into a more horrendous being. The muscle in his body grew bigger and the skin color turned black. The dark fire moved and stayed on his head. In his forehead, a bloodshot eye appeared.

I slid the silver bracelet from my wrist—the one that symbolized our arranged bond—and held it out. “I am not less than anyone,” I said clearly. “If Caleb rejects me, another Alpha will claim me.” The tokens of our betrothal were exchanged. And just like that—after more than ten years—the bond was severed. Exactly as Caleb had always wanted. He pushed himself up, bruises stark across his shoulders. For the first time, his eyes flickered with something unreadable. He hadn’t expected me to walk away. Not without begging. Not without tears. “Quinn,” his voice was low, almost dangerous, “you really think you won’t come crawling back?”

Even the storage room, my final refuge, fell when he whined about needing space for orphanage relics he couldn't part with. I balked, but he weaponized pity. "Mom, Dad, I've been tossed aside my whole life. Not like Samuel, who's got the silver spoon. If he says no, don't push him." That sealed it. Suddenly, I was the villain. They huffed, "Samuel, we've spoiled you rotten. Can't you share it with Derek? So stingy over a junk room!" Confused and hurt, I pushed back. "But that's the last spot left. Where do I sleep?"

JASMINE BROOKE "Anyone that doesn't want to ally with us, kill them all. It doesn't matter who they are" I ordered some of the rogues who were chosen to attack the remaining packs. Why do you think I ended up this way? Hot-tempered, brutal, independent and Fearless. Yes, I had to adjust to life to survive. The world doesn't like weakness, it's an actual disaster. Weakness is a disease that devours your every flesh, and sips your every last breath until you become lifeless and useless. I could take in any feeling, humiliation and pain, but definitely not rejection. It is the most brutal form of wickedness and punishment. No one deserves to be rejected, nothing, not even an animal. I was rejec