Novel & Cerita Rejected But Unbroken

"Even if I came, I still wouldn't feel satisfied. Not when we have ignored the mate bond for this long. My cock in your cunt is the only thing that could quench my thirst." I think about his words and widen my eyes when I realize his words are right for me, too: even though I came, my body is ready to go again. The mate bond is thrumming between us. "I'm still aroused," I whisper. "Still incredibly horny." "I know," Thail says. "And I can do nothing for you more than wait for your decision to mate with me or reject me. But I must warn you that a broken bond can never be repaired; sometimes, the soul breaks like a string when you refuse someone. Some mates reject each other and later discover

And worst of all, I think I’ve broken a heart that didn’t deserve to be broken. He didn’t deserve this, not the coldness, not the rejection, not the goodbye. But it was too late now. And somehow… it hurt me more than I thought it ever could.

“If one of those buckets of water so much as hits me, I will break her neck.” I threw a right hook into his pale face, making him jerk backward. “Don’t listen to him,” I shouted. “We’re already dead. He can’t hurt any of us. Attack, and don’t stop until the carcass he’s possessing breaks into tiny pieces.” Snorri’s mocking laughter rang through my ears. “Did you think His Majesty would create something that wouldn’t later reform? This construct is indestructible, and it won’t stop until I destroy this travesty of an afterlife.”

“Logan! please! Let me handle this. Don’t hurt him anymore, please.” “Oh, we plan to.” Daniel cut in. “But first, I, Daniel Morris, beta of Dark Moon pack, reject you, Lillie Rome, as my mate. And frankly, I wish to never see your face again.” I did not see that coming. More tears rushed down her cheeks as she lowered her gaze. “I, Lillie Rome, accept your rejection.” Darwin took one step further. “I, Darwin Morris, gamma of Dark Moon pack, reject you, Lillie Rome, as my mate.”

I replied, putting on a forced, sarcastic smile. He was excited and turned to leave, presumably to persuade Enzo to reject me, but his steps came to an abrupt stop upon hearing something I muttered. "I'll reject you both, and once you both accept the rejection, it'll be a relief," I mumbled. He turned back quickly and narrowed his eyes at me. "No!" He vigorously shook his head. "Why would I reject you?" He leaned over me, his trim waist and broad shoulders giving him a striking appearance. "I mean, don't you know I'm ill? Rejecting a mate could be harmful for me," he argued back, realizing how odd it sounded that he was resisting an idea he had suggested.

Because he heard I couldn't conceive. Will he be able to love me knowing I can't bear him children to build his heritage. I knew how much getting a child meant to him; this would ruin his hope. I couldn't wait for the rejection to come knocking on the door no. Slowly I pulled away from the sheets and then placed my feet one after the other on the ground biting my bottom lip as my injury burned. My legs felt like jelly but I kept pushing one step after the other. I looked through the window then saw a guard.

' he said. 'I doubt that. You are my mate and if I feel that you need me, then that is the way it is', I said. 'The so - called bond is broken. So what are you talking about?' he asked. 'Please go away, I want to be alone!' 'That's where you are wrong', I said. 'You are an Alpha and should know that a mate bond cannot completely be broken if one of the parties haven't accepted the rejection of the other', I said, pausing for it to sink in. 'And I will never accept your rejection!'

But my last werewolf is gone. [Seller: Gone? Do you mean... dead? Or released?] [Me: He went home. We're over.] The other end went silent for a long time. So long I thought the crystal had malfunctioned. Finally, the seller sent back a cryptic reply: [Seller: I see. Since you insist... but I must inform you that if the bond with the former mate is not broken, the new product may experience rejection.] [Me: It's fine. Ship it.]

And in the crackling of the firelight, with the storm howling outside, one question seared in my breast, louder than any thunder: If he really didn't want me... Why did it seem like his rejection was the most deadly type of want? "Why did his rejection hurt more than Andrew's betrayal?"

"But strength without the will to use it is useless. Mercy is a luxury we cannot have. It is a crack in your armor. And cracks get people killed." He turned and walked away. His footsteps echoed. I stood there, the gun still heavy in my hand. Jaxon came to stand beside me. "He is not wrong," Jaxon said quietly. "I know," I whispered. "But I am not wrong either." I held the gun out to him. He took it. His fingers touched mine. "What happens now?" I asked. "Now?" Jaxon took the bullets out of the gun. "Now he is disappointed. But he is also more interested than ever. You did not break. You just bent in your own way. He does not know what to do with that."