Rejected But Unbroken Chloe And Andy Mga Nobela at Kwento

“They said it’s complicated. Something about the donor having second thoughts.” Chloe stood frozen, the bouquet of flowers she still carried trembling in her grasp. The hope she’d allowed herself to feel—the vision of a life where she might see the faces of her family, the colors of a sunset, the pages of a book—felt like it was slipping through her fingers. Adam walked toward her, his movements sharp with frustration. “This isn’t the end, Chloe,” he said firmly. “We’re going to push Patel to keep looking. There has to be someone else out there.”

I had other things to worry about, things like the marriage. Ever since the rejection, the old guy has refused to come out but when he heard our parents were forming a marriage alliance he showed up immediately. Stupid wolf, all he wants is his mate he does not care what I want. But what exactly do I want ? Violet's POV "It doesn't matter where you went to what matters is that you were not there when I needed you the most," I say to Kimberly. She has being rambling and trying to pacify me and I'm not angry but for some reason I just want to drag this. She always keep things to her self and I guess I just wanted her to spill. She said something about going to the club and rouges but I wasn't

He roared arrogantly and I flinched. The heart-wrenching pain I felt from the rejection ripped through me making me clench my fists and gritting my teeth. My pride wouldn't let me cry out loud, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Raising my head elegantly, I looked him straight in the eyes and scoffed. "I Zoe Chloe Anderson of White mist pack, reject your rejection. Humph!" Smirking proudly at the shocked expression on his face. Flipping my hair, I walked outside gracefully while swaying my ass.

Chloe's Point of View I can't believe that I got sold like an item and I can't even do anything about it. All I did was watch them yell the prices they could pay for me until this man beside me raised all their bids. I already know that this man will be my owner. It just hurts to think that my aunt had sold me for sixty million dollars. Angelica and this man even talked for a while before we left. I also saw that a cheque was handed to her by the bartender and was hesitant to accept but she still did since she would be the one who would get the nagging from her mother.

“Stop it, Jordan.” “Come on. You’re unmated. I’m unmated. We’re both lonely. If we’re still without a mate when we’re like forty, we should agree to mating.” “And then have to deal with that kind of rejection as well when your true mate suddenly makes an appearance? No, thanks.” “As well?” Jordan asked. “What other rejection have you had to deal with?” “Huh?” “You just said you’d have to deal with that kind of rejection as well. I’m just curious who else has rejected you? Or what have you been rejected for?”

The word sliced deeper than the bond’s agony. I searched his face desperately, looking for doubt, for regret, anything. There was nothing. Only iron resolve and something darker beneath it, something he refused to acknowledge. The elders exchanged uneasy glances, but none stepped forward to challenge him. Alpha law was absolute. The rejection was final. The pain subsided slowly, leaving behind a hollow ache so vast it stole my breath. I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking, my world reduced to fragments. I had been claimed. And then discarded.

My life is already messed up, and I am a shame to everyone. "I, Hudson, the future Alpha of this pack, reject you stupid Judian as my mate and sever all bonds between us! I REJECT YOU! " His voice rumbled like thunder, breaking through the core of my heart and spreading that kind of pain which leaves the body numb and the lips clamped all over me.

Charlotte said and pulled her phone from her pocket. “Uh… him?” Ryan asked. “Our brother Clyde,” Claudia explained. “The challenge is you must defeat him to win either of us as your bride.” “Your… brother…?” I gulped. Charlotte and Claudia were already very tall and broad. I could only imagine what their brother must look like. “He’s already in town,” Charlotte said. “He was just waiting for the challenge to be accepted.” My worst fears were proved true when the mysterious brother Clyde showed up at the door. I kept looking up and up and up. Clyde had to be 7 feet tall.

Boye mulled it over and said, "If you’re willing, you can talk to her while giving her a massage.” “Mm.” Tourmaline Estate. Fragrant Vessel Court. Grand Old Master Yorks sat at the doorway, staring at the stone-paved road outside. Chloe brought tea and walked over while trembling. She said obsequiously, “Have some water, Dad.” Grand Old Master Yorks turned around and looked at her blankly. “Chloe, you’ve finally succeeded in separating Angeline and Jay. Are you happy now?” Chloe cried out bitterly, “I know I was wrong, Dad."

"That miserable, beige piece of mediocrity finally showed his hand? Tell me he didn't. No, don't tell me. I knew it. I hated him! I'm coming over. Where are you?" ​Elara managed to give her cross-streets, and ten minutes later, Chloe arrived in a battered yellow cab, leaping out of the back seat in a flurry of vibrant purple fabric, her arms wrapping around Elara in a hug that was fierce and solid, a grounding force in Elara’s spinning world. Chloe didn't offer platitudes or demand details; she simply held her, absorbing the shock until Elara could speak coherently, and when Elara finally recounted the discovery—the anniversary, the burner phone, the humiliation—Chloe's reaction was satisfyi