Rejected By The Pack Novels & Stories

"I appreciate your honesty, and I forgive you. We all make mistakes, especially in moments of uncertainty. What matters now is that we move forward united, with the well-being of the pack at heart." The women, visibly relieved by Luna's gracious response, expressed their gratitude. Luna, recognizing the sincerity in their remorse, extended her hand in a gesture of unity. The bond of forgiveness seemed to mend the frayed edges of the pack's harmony, and the women, once burdened by their mistake, left with a newfound sense of closure. The news of Luna's forgiveness spread through Nampa, and the pack members observed the alpha's ability to lead with compassion and understanding. Luna's grace be

' I give her a blank stare, hiding signs of any emotion I was currently feeling. "Your pack doesn't trust you anymore." Grandma continues. "Imagine what will happen when they find out what you did to their Luna. For your information, you won't be able to mate with another wolf unless you verbally reject her and she accepts. Now, what do you think will become of you if she falls in love and somehow manages to mate with another wolf? You will be doomed." She tells me and starts walking out of the room. Goddess! I should have rejected that girl at once. But there were lots of people around. They would have known and the pack members wouldn't have allowed it.

I could feel the ground shifting beneath me, the inevitable creeping closer. They weren’t asking these questions to evaluate me. They were asking them to break me. And they were winning. Kian exhaled through his nose, slow, measured. Then, finally, he stood. “Aria of the human world,” he said, voice heavy, final. “By the decision of this council, you are hereby rejected by this pack.” For a moment time stood still. “You will not be our Luna.” Everything inside me went still. Rejected. Then Kian turned, looking straight at Luca.

, I finished with a smile before leaning back. “And while I know you well enough to not believe the lie in your pretense for wanting peace, I appreciate your effort in even attempting to do so”, I said. “However, seeing as it is quite insincere, I reject your offer and ban you and any members of your pack from coming anywhere close to the borders of my pack”. I allowed the smile melt off my face to be replaced by a hard look. “If any of your pack members so much as come close to our borders, they will be killed instantly”, I declared. “This is the last time you will be granted access into our pack. Any future attempts you make will be rejected, irrespective of whatever crests your letter may

His eyes held fury as he accepted my rejection, "I, Eduardo Garcia, from Blackmoon Pack, accept your rejection." I walked out of the house, leaving him and everything behind.

"You are the brat that my mother had mercy on, and you didn't tell me." "That doesn't matter," I said with pain. "We're soulmates; we're meant for each other." A collective gasp was heard in the background, and a vein bulged on Stefan's forehead. "You leave me no choice, so I, Stefan Gray, Alpha of the Southern Pack and leader of the Elite, reject you, Alice Brown, as my mate and Luna of this pack," said Stefan, and I felt a horrific pain rise to my head. My she-wolf began to cry and I couldn't hold myself up, so I stayed on the floor. "I want all the members of the Southern Pack to know: in my territory, I do not accept hybrids; it is not natural." Species should not, nor can they, be mixed

I was right, he knew it in the depths of his heart. Stepping closer, I took his hand. “Think about what’s best for the pack. This woman isn’t. She may be your fated mate, but she’s also the daughter of your enemy.” Wade nodded, his eyes dropped as he turned to face Morgan behind him, “Morgan”, he began. “I am sorry but I would have to reject you, I Alpha Wade Blackstrand of the Moonlit Pack rejects you Morgan…”

he said, his voice raw, “is that you shouldn’t have been there. You shouldn’t have been with me.” I felt my heart crack. “But I was.” He stepped closer, his breath brushing against my cheek. “And that’s what’s going to get you killed.” The door suddenly burst open. Zane stood there, a phone in his hand, his jaw tight. “It’s worse than we thought. The Elders want an inquiry. They’re saying the Alpha violated pack law by marking a human.” My blood ran cold. Ray turned to him sharply. “Who leaked it?” Zane’s gaze flicked toward me for a moment before he spoke. “We don’t know. But whoever did, they’re close. Too close.”

Within the confines of the pack house lie designated rooms for ceremonies and other departmental affairs that constitute the Forestheart pack. Presently, the room teeming with lycans and werewolves is the rejection ceremony hall, where rejection requests within the pack are to be addressed. Among the listings is Elara's rejection request, a ceremony they wouldn't have to take if Elijah had just accepted what she wanted. When two lycans or werewolves decide to part ways or break the bond between them, both parties must acknowledge the rejection. If one disagrees, they can file a rejection request, which the council will review within the pack.

“But it’s done. The binding is refused.” I turn. My legs move stiff, like they don’t want to listen, but I’m moving, I’m getting out. “Not so fast.” Morrison’s voice cracks like a whip. He’s already dragging this huge leather book out from under his podium, pages stained yellow with time. He flips through with thick fingers, lips moving until he finds what he wants. “According to pack law,” he says, loud now, pleased, “when a public rejection threatens community stability, Rejection Protocol Twelve takes effect.”