Rejected But Unbroken Novels & Stories

I didn't want to see it, didn't want to feel it, but the broken bond betrayed me, forcing me to experience echoes of intimacy that felt like daggers in my heart. ‘He rejected me,’ I thought desperately, digging my claws into the soil as another wave of pain crashed through us. ‘Why can we still feel it? Why does it hurt like this?’ Athena's presence curled protectively around mine, a mental embrace that did little to soothe the physical torment. ‘The rejection breaks the claim, but not the connection,’ she explained, her words tight with restraint. ‘The bond itself will exist until either we take a mate or he does. These are... echoes. Fainter than a true bond, but still there.’

"You came back... I'm in so much pain… I'm your fated mate. For the sake of the Moon Goddess, please forgive me this once..." "Fated mate?" Axel walked up to her, his eyes as empty as dried wells. "I don't want it anymore." He raised his hand, gathered his power, and plunged it into his own chest. With brutal force, he ripped out the glowing golden bond thread. Vanessa's agonized screams tore through the hall as she writhed on the ground. Axel was in pain too, but he did not so much as flinch. "Break." The golden thread snapped in his hand and scattered into particles of light.

He wanted to know. "I have my beliefs," she started, "one of them being that no one gets a second chance." And in reality, why would I give my partner a second chance in the first place? He cheated, and that means he will still do that. My mom always said, "A habit is a disease." She courted, paused, and continued, "Anyway, the real reason why I would just walk away from that relationship is because I am tired of heartbreaks." And when I say heartbreaks, I don't mean relationship heartbreaks but rather life heartbreaks. I am so broken that I wouldn't want to get myself into something unworthy. Trust me, Jas, I always lose interest in everything but manage to recollect myself. I am so sure th

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

I had built a life of my own, and my pack needed me. "I understand why you rejected me," I said, my voice tinged with a mixture of pain and acceptance. "You believed I lacked the strength to lead. It made sense to me at the time. But so much is different now. I’m different. I don’t know that I still want you."

“He rejected me.” Mara nodded slowly. “Rejection severs the bond going forward. It doesn’t undo what was already completed.” Four to five weeks, she told me. Early. Certain. There was no question whose pup it was. I pressed a hand to my stomach, breath shallow. He had denied me. Cast me aside. And still, something of him remained inside me, growing quietly where no one could see. “If I stay,” I said slowly, “the pack will let him decide what happens.”

But that lasts only a moment. His eyes are hard. Cold, full of venom. "I will not be your Matebond," says Sebastian. "I reject you, Rose." Surprise is on everyone's lips. Even mine. Rejecting your destined partner is something that can be done, although it happens in very few cases because it's like rejecting yourself. It makes you feel broken. Forever incomplete. In response, Rose's lips curl up in pain. She lets out a moan and puts a hand to her chest.

And hesitation, I was learning, was its own kind of answer. “Amara, please.” I didn’t recognize my own voice. It was too raw. Too broken. The voice of a man who’d spent two years building a dam and was now watching it crumble. “The bond you can’t just, it doesn’t work like that. A rejection has to be mutual. It has to be…” “It’s done.” Her voice was quiet. Final. “I can feel it. Can’t you?” I closed my eyes. And I felt it.

“Yeah. He screwed up in the beginning, and now he’s determined to fix things, and give me the time I need.” “What did he do?” “Oh…uh….he…he rejected me.” “HE WHAT?” “Yeah. He says it was a mistake on his part, and retracted the rejection.” “How? Why? If he rejected you how is the mate bond even still there?” “I never accepted the rejection. I didn’t know I had to in order to break the bond.” “You didn’t?” “No. I was never taught that stuff.” “Oh. So why did he do it in the first place?”