Novel & Cerita Rejected But Desired：the Alpha's Regret

He tried to make her see things differently, he wanted her to take back those words before he would lose it and take her down onto his hard, throbbing length. "Oh my! I am not confused, Alpha! I know what I feel. I know it's not just about the wants anymore. I love you" she pushed her body closer to his body as if trying to prevent him from pulling away and walking away from her which he was not even planning on doing. "You... You are going to regret it if you don't do it with who you love" Alpha Carl replied her. His voice depicted it, he was being consumed by the fire that had consumed her. His resistance was breaking away, fast and quick.

Archer’s raspy morning voice whispers into my ear, his action sending such intense shivers to rush through my body allowing my eyes to open. “Yes Mr Alpha, how can I help you?” I ask turning my face to look at him laying beside me with the biggest smirk on his lips, his face drawing even closer to mine. “In the past, that name had the ability to fill me with such anger, but now you have used it in some of our most intermit moments, it tends to have the opposite effect.” He whispers but now such a deep feeling of desire clung to each of his words, where I simply rolled my eyes at his sexual comment, I had not been awake long enough to deal with his dirty mind.

Whisper looked at Alpha Drake puzzled and shook her head, “What do you both need from me Alpha Drake?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, “a rejection, you can reject both of us and be free of the fated and destined bonds Whisper, it is what will make you truly happy.” He gave her a weak smile, “It’s not what I want, but it will make you happier than having to chose either of us, neither of us deserve you, not how I acted in the past and not how he is acting now.” Whisper tilted her head at him, her eyes swirling with admiration and a small smile graced her face, “I see, you are willing to take a rejection for my happiness.”

“Please, don’t. Touching me will only make us feel the sparks. We need to accept that we will never get that anymore, so it’s better we don’t know what we are missing.” He stepped back and nodded his head. “I’m ready when you are…” I told him bravely while my wolf cried in agony. “Tell me this is not a mistake.” I shook my head. “This is not a mistake. You and Sabrina are perfect for each other.” I wiped my tears and looked him in the eyes. “Start with the rejection, Alpha.” Tears fell from his as he opened his mouth, and more tears trickled down our faces. “I, Young Alpha Nicolo Furroway, reject you, Lady Giselle…”

“I just want to say something to you before I leave. I'm about to leave with Tommy and the other Alphas. Please open the door. Just this once.” To his surprise, the sound of the bolt sliding out of its place echoed and barely a few seconds later, Amaya came into view. Very excited to see her, he cupped her face and tried to kiss her but she turned away. He choked down, the warmth of his affection replaced by a chilling wave of rejection. Disappointment flooded through him and he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. “Why do you hate me so much? I can't wait anymore. Haven't I been nice enough? Haven't I done enough to earn your love?” his lips quivered, a sense of vulnerability washed over him

He was enjoying the confusion on her face and he knew that soon, he'd get her exactly where he wanted her to be. “And what could that be?” She responded, almost with a scoff as she felt this was one of his sick games. “Rejection only makes us weaker, Anna. For me, as an Alpha, it might take a while to regain my strength, but no matter how long it takes, I'd surely do. But you, my dear…” He motioned toward her, brushing away a loose strand of hair from her face, “…you might never be able to recover what you'd lose after the rejection.” He said almost in a whisper with a devilish grin plastered on his face.

I roll my eyes at his question and stay silent, waiting for an answer. The Alpha lets out a deep, frustrated breath and runs his hand through his hair. “He said he will reject me if I dare to approach him ever again. I fucked up. Big time. All I wanted was to let him know how desperate I am for closeness and him in general. He’s my second chance. It’s rare for our kind to find their destined mates, and I already lost one, just to find my chance at happiness not long after. I guess I must be destined for a life in misery if Octavius plans to do the same shit my first mate did. Isn’t that funny?” He chuckles. I can see tears welling up in his eyes. Poor big guy. He’s not asking for much – all

But I had no other choice, this was the only way I could get the rejection I wanted. “Why would you want to reject your mate and Alpha, Alba? Why would….” the Alpha King hadn’t finished when Dante cut him short. “She’s merely bluffing, Alpha. She’s an omega and sometimes she tends to have some tendencies that make her say things she doesn’t mean,” he said quickly. Alpha Marshall shot him a glare and he immediately kept silent. I answered without even backing down. “I want to reject him because he is impotent. I want to have a child of my own and become a mother, but being with him clearly can’t ensure that for me in this lifetime,” I said immediately.

"You don't seem to understand! I don't want you as my mate! Well...if you still don't think I've rejected you, then I'll do it right now! I, Mira, reject you, Alpha Lucas, as my mate! Are we clear now?" Alpha Lucas was stubborn, refusing to accept my words. It felt like I couldn't make my own decisions. "That changes nothing!" He bellowed, his voice echoing through the room. The thought of reconciling with him was as far-fetched as a distant dream, even if I managed to bury the past.

Cassia turned sharply, eyes narrowing like a snake watching prey. The Eldermoon hesitated. “Alpha Darius, it is customary to offer the rejection, for closure.” His eyes met mine again. And this time, there was no hesitation. Only coldness. “Ayla Riverwind,” he said, his voice loud and clear, “I reject you as my mate.” It was like being gutted from the inside. A sound tore from my throat. Not a cry. Not a scream. Just a broken thing trying to claw its way out.