Rejected But Wanted Novels & Stories

"Fine then let's reject Monika" .

I said indifferently. He looked confused, " what?" He asked. I looked him straight in the eyes, " reject me and I'll be out of your hair forever" I said. He was looking at me like I just grew two heads, " why would you want to be rejected?"" I'm used to it, it's no biggie" I replied. Oh it's a big deal, I'm dying inside.

(His POV) The rejection comes at 8:41 a.m. Not curt. Not cruel. Careful. After consideration, we’re unable to proceed under the conditions outlined. We value your perspective and hope to remain in dialogue. Dialogue. The word institutions use when they want access without obligation. I read it twice, then a third time, looking for subtext that isn’t there. They didn’t negotiate. They didn’t counter. They didn’t ask for clarification. They chose feasibility over friction.

He would never find the answers he sought. “Why didn’t you just accept the fucking rejection like I demanded?” I tilted my head as if I had to think about this answer. As if I had not even considered that question last night. Why did I not do that? Hmm. Why indeed. “Because you chose to reject me without even taking what I wanted into consideration. My acceptance of the rejection had nothing to do with what you wanted or didn’t want. Now both of our wolves will never feel completed since you didn’t take his desire into consideration either,” I pointed out.

Alpha Mike was so furious he threw his phone: “Anna, I don’t agree to the rejection.” Negotiations failed, and I felt extremely down. I curled up in a corner of the couch and grabbed my phone, asking for help on several forums: I want to reject a werewolf who doesn’t respect the mate bond, but he won’t agree, please help. Before long, the replies started flooding in. Although some of the comments were off topic, there were a few really constructive suggestions.

Reject him? The thought of doing that... it twisted my insides, my heart skipping in my chest. I didn’t know if I could. I didn’t know if I even wanted to. “I... I can’t,” I whispered, my voice shaking with emotion. “I can’t reject you.” His eyes searched mine, full of pain and something else—something I couldn’t understand. “Then why are you fighting this so hard, Feya? Why won’t you just accept what we are?”

“Until you tell me otherwise, I am your servant. Whatever you want from me you have it. Whatever you need I’ll give it. Until the day you tell me you are through I am yours. Please though, don’t drag me along. I will always want a future with you, I will try to build one as best I can, do whatever you want however long you wish but please if you say there is never in any way a chance let me go now. I’ll still help you. I’ll still keep you safe.” Damn it, I needed him to reject me. It was what I needed more than anything so why couldn't I say it? It would have been so easy too. Three words. Please. Reject. Me. If it was the amount of words then take out please. Reject. Me. Thats it! Two words

I know you’re angry. She stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the power button. She wanted to throw the phone across the room. A second text followed almost immediately. Jonathan: I didn't mean to push you away like that. I just didn't want us to do something you’d regret tomorrow. The wedding is delayed, but you're still engaged to Adrian. I don't want to be another person taking advantage of your confusion. I’m sorry for being a jerk about it. Lucy sat on the edge of her bed, her anger slowly disappearing. She looked at the blue pigment still staining her fingertips.

I demanded. My eyes swam with tears. Fuck. How long will I continue to cry? "I want you back, Sunny. You want me, too, right?" he inquired. “If you did, I will not waste any more time and get you out of that place.” "You think I want you, too? I already rejected you. Our story has already ended. It cannot be continued. How many times will I reject you so that it will sink into your stubborn brain that there will no longer be an us?"