Rejected And Forsaken Novels & Stories

Everyone’s rejected me. My father. My mother. And Cara? They took her. Maybe Cara would have rejected me, too. Maybe she would have seen what I really am; a rejected nobody, and turned her back on me, too. I’m nothing. I’m just a broken thing. A discarded thing, thrown away because I’m not worth keeping. And there’s nothing I can do to change it.

I hear the footsteps stop, and it goes quiet. "No, I'm not saying that. I would never reject my mate. I trust the moon goddess. I just have never heard of somebody not being able to reject a mate bond. I'm already feeling drawn to her. I'm fighting to keep Percy from taking control and tearing that door down to mark her on the spot."

"They're punishments were not easy at all. They bring you to the brink of death. They beat her, whipped, cut, burned, drowned. All the worst things you could do to a person. And her mate did it all too her. She had finally snapped." "She put a curse upon them. She gave them the curse of never having a mate, to always be alone, to never have your other half, to be a Rejected. Those mates were set free and could find a second chance mate. Not knowing what her curse would really do, those Alphas grew old, lonely and depressed. They all beared the mark of the Rejected."

"Your father banished you, didn't he? And now you're stuck here, with no one to turn to." I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my tears. Mia was right, but I refused to let her see me cry. "I don't need your pity," I said, trying to sound confident. Mia just laughed again. "Pity? Who said anything about pity? I'm just stating the facts. You're a rejected mate, and you'll always be a nobody."

Hurt by the people that I thought would love me. Worthless as to why I have no purpose attached to life and to live for. “What are you waiting for?” She asked angrily. I should be angry and not her. To get rejected is one thing and to be embarrassed before rejection is totally on a different level. I looked around and I couldn't help but see the glaring look of scorn on their faces. “He's not in her league,” “The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake,” “No one would want to mate with him,” “He'll probably never find a mate,”

"What punishment is worse than your Wolf's abandonment? You didn't shift for years, and when she resurfaced, you only got attacked, and now she taunts you every day of your life. What punishment is worse than watching every single member of your family die? What is worse than not getting help from your pack when you needed it, even when they knew you were just a teenager with a suicidal mother going through severe grief? You've suffered enough, Mate." His fingers squeeze me tighter in a simple comforting manner. His words don't help matters. Instead, they make me wail nonstop. "You're not going to reject me?" I ask him amidst sobs. "Why would I do that? You are my Mate, the one I've fallen h

Pain seared through my chest, like something had been ripped from inside me, leaving only a hollow, gaping wound. It was over. I was rejected. I was without a mate. I was nothing.

But the shadows couldn't speak. They never did And I did. I broke. Not all at once. Not in some dramatic collapse. But piece by piece. In the stillness. In the echo of his footsteps. In the hollow ache left behind by words I already believed were true. I had been rejected. Rejected not just by Bryan, but by the bond itself. By the very people fate claimed were mine. Aidan, Bryan and Callum. Each one had carved their indifference into me. And the worst part? I still wanted to matter to them.

Every bone in me rejects it and wants to vomit, needing her to recognize me as her mate. A mate is meant for things that friends don’t do or feel. Meanwhile, my brain rejoices with glee, not ready to be the target of affection or lustful touches, no matter how much my instincts want them. I push away the new onslaught of worries that make themselves known and instead focus on my mate. A bundle of frantic nerves looks up at me, blue eyes practically sparkling with hope as her question hangs in the air. Disappointment hangs behind her gaze, lingering there as if she already expects a response from me that will shatter her desire for simply someone to trust. It is so faint I nearly didn’t catch

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