Rejected And Forsaken Novels & Stories

Whatever consequence this refusal ultimately brings, I accept it completely, understanding it represents the first genuinely free choice I've been permitted to make throughout this entire exhausting, manipulative ordeal. He sent the message before any of us could fully process the genuine, irreversible finality of what he'd just chosen, and I watched him set down his phone with visible, exhausted relief tangled alongside genuine, evident fear about whatever devastating consequence this final, decisive betrayal of Cross's manipulative control might now bring down upon both himself and his vulnerable, precious son. "There's no going back now," Kian said quietly, his voice carrying both genuine

“...this only happens when a mate is rejected; when you decide to put your fate in your own hands.” I couldn’t take it anymore. As he spoke, the feeling of rejection surfaced again, and all that pain was coming back. “That’s because Alpha Lionel Williams has rejected me as his mate.” I finally confessed. There was an awkward silence that followed. Then finally, the priest spoke again. “So why is this marriage taking place?” I could not give another answer, and neither could he. Everywhere remained silent. “I just can’t carry out this marriage. If there has been a rejection, this is what happens—your fates will be reversed and broken. You will both bear scars that will keep you both far away

There were so many meaningless words, and all this time, I wanted to feel the love and support of my family. “What does ‘can’t be benefited’ mean? Do I have to be in the wrong forever because of this decision?” I thought, feeling increasingly frustrated. I pondered those words for a moment, feeling the weight pressing down on my heart. Maybe my mother couldn’t understand what was happening between Leon and me. She didn’t see things from the same perspective. My experience, the pain I was facing, was not something to be taken lightly.

-Josephine- I have spent my entire life studying the threads that bind our kind together. I know the ancient scripts of the Moors by heart. I know the weight of a bloodline and the absolute finality of a Rejection. A bond, once severed, is supposed to be a dead nerve. It is the one mercy the Moon Goddess allows us—to walk away from a mistake and start over. Or so I told myself while I stood in the shadow of the corridor, the cold stone of the pack house pressing against my back.

Sebastian begins, his tone sharp and businesslike, “have you considered our offer?” Stanley nods, taking a seat across from Sebastian. “I have,” he replies calmly. “And I’ve made my decision.” James turns, his face a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Sebastian’s eyes narrow. “Well?” “I’m not interested,” Stanley states firmly. “I appreciate the offer, but Eloise and I have built something of our own, and I intend to see it through.” A silence hangs in the air, thick with tension. Sebastian’s face flushes with anger. “Do you understand what you’re turning down?” he hisses. “This isn’t just about business; it’s about legacy. Our legacy.”

“You’ve always been Kaya. You’ve always been more.” "We prayed for centuries..." One of the rogues says, slowly lifting his head as Atlas's hands fall from my face. "prayed to be saved, to be granted our powers, our lives back..." He says as he watches me, all of me, taking me in. "If you are the answer to those prayers, we will gladly accept it if it means to be freed from this torment." His voice cracks as he speaks, raw and hoarse, like every word scrapes his throat. Around him, the other rogues stir, still kneeling, but their shoulders tremble, their heads lift just slightly. Their eyes burn with something that isn’t defiance now, but desperation. Hope.

“As long as the mark of the banished is on his neck, the hospital staff would neglect him, they would pray for his death.” “That will not happen. They can't do such a thing. Besides, my brother won't die and no prayer for his death is going to work on him.” Jace let out a loud and crooked laughter at my words. This time, he moved closer to me and held me by my shoulder. “You do not understand what is going on. But, that is the reason for the rebellion. The rebellion is to create equality, to bring back the honor of life. Why should children, innocent children suffer for the sins of their fathers? Sins that they might have known nothing about,” he asked me and I pondered on what he said deepl

My hands shook, and my wolf howled in protest, but my voice came out cold and final. “I reject you.” Her eyes widened. “What…?” “I reject you, Zara Alexandria Mooncrest. As a mate. As bond. As anything.” Her breath hitched like I’d just crushed her chest. She choked on the words, shaking her head. “No… you can’t…” Her pain ripped through me, gnawing at my insides. Rejection wasn’t just words, it was tearing out half of your soul. And I felt it too, every ounce of her agony mirrored in me.

PROLOGUE My legs trembled as I stood before him, the mate bond between us shrieking in agony at his next words. My heart stopped. In that single word, I heard my sentence being passed. “I reject you! I will never accept you as my Luna!” The force of his rejection slammed into me like a physical blow, shattering my soul. Just hours ago, these same lips had whispered sweet promises against my skin. These same hands had touched me with reverence. Now, Alpha Finn Foster looked at me as if I were something rotten, something despised. Something he hated with a passion.

You choose to discard me as though I never counted. His face contorted. Lora, I had no idea you were expecting. I did not— I said that would not have altered anything. Would it? He glanced down, and that was all the response I required. Revan moved ahead. "You heard her." Go now. Jordan's hands tightened into fists. She remains in my pack. "Not any more," I said, quietly and steadily. I refuse you, Jordan Ashfall. My Alpha. As my partner. In any capacity.