Rejected Candy Novelas e Histórias

He swallowed hard before locking in with my eyes. “And I reject you. I, Edmund, the Alpha of Ravenstone Pack, reject you, Calla, to be my mate. Even though you did well in the Luna Games, you still didn’t prove yourself enough to be the Luna of this pack. You need to accept it whether you like it or not.” My eyes widened. I gasped hard along with the murmurs and whispers of the crowd. I felt my eyes watering. Shit. After all the things that I did. After coming into this game. I wasn’t still enough for him!

I asked, eyeing it suspiciously. “Open it.” I peek inside and my jaw actually drops. It’s full of candy. Not just any candy, my favorite candy. Sour gummy worms, chocolate-covered pretzels, those weird strawberry things I can never remember the name of but always buy anyway, and even those little caramel squares that stick to your teeth. Knox pulls out two pieces and slides them across the table. “For every question you get right, you get a reward.” My entire mood does a complete one-eighty. I sit up straighter and grab the candy like it’s made of gold. “Are you serious right now?”

She threw the separator down on the conveyor belt and dropped the magazine down. The man standing in front of her was arguing with the cashier about an expired coupon. Allie sighed, but felt nervous. It was time to get out of this place. She tried to act nonchalant and started to browse through the impulse item. She laughed at the various Enquirer headlines and tried to figure out what "mechanically separate chicken" meant on the Slim Jim wrappers. Finally, her gaze fell on the rows and rows of candy bars.

One day, after school, I stormed into the house telling my mom that we needed to make a code in case I was kidnapped and somehow managed to send a message: Skittles: Out of State or Country Snickers: I know or recognize the kidnapper Hershey: I’m being forced to say something My mom shook her head, saying it wasn’t something to joke about, but after throwing a tantrum, she agreed. “I’m really fine, Mom. I can’t believe you remembered that. It was such a long time ago,” I said, surprised and filled with a strong emotion. “Y-you’re really okay? No Hershey?” “No candy, Mom. I’m really alright and unharmed.” I forced myself not to look at Zaliver whose gaze was set on me.

Rejected again. ***

I had no idea who he was, but I knew he came from a rich Pack. “It is time for her to reject you. I am her chosen mate,” he replies as he manages to take Carrie from my frozen hands. I look at her and see tears in her eyes. I can see the conflict there, but then she shocks me. “I, Beta Carrie Matthews, reject you, Beta Carl Newton as my fated mate,” she says as I fall to my knees in front of her grabbing my chest.

"The Silver Moon Pack is your home." "I'm not a member of the Silver Moon Pack anymore." The elevator doors opened, and I hurried inside. Kaelan followed me in. In the small, enclosed space, his presence was overwhelming. Pine, rain, and that unique Alpha scent that was his alone. My wolf began to stir restlessly. "Do you have any idea how much damage the mate rejection ceremony does to both of us?" he asked, his voice low and pained. "I do," I said, staring at the numbers on the elevator display. "But it was my choice."

Ten years of weathering had streaked his temples with white, but his eyes remained as lifeless as they had been a decade ago. He took the package. The moment he caught the faint, lingering scent of medicinal herbs, his hands shook violently. It was her! Axel carried it like a treasure back into his tent and lit the oil lamp. Inside the package was an exquisite wooden box containing a letter and a small, carefully knitted piece of clothing. It was blue and soft, about the size of his palm. They were meant for a pup around ten years old. Axel picked up the letter. The envelope read: [To my beloved mate Axel. Please open this on our pup's tenth birthday.]

He paused, briefly locked eyes with her through the mirror and went on to adjust the necktie. “But if it makes you feel better; You are not my mate and never will be. And if by the slightest chance, which is next to impossible in this case, you happen to be one then I, Jordan Westhund, reject you, Selly as my mate and server whatever bonds exist between us.”

he warned, his face etched with concern. "What can I possibly do? I need to leave this realm to reunite with Edward," I confessed, tightly clutching his hand. "Who is Edward? Is he the one you wish to be with?" Cassimir asked a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. "Yes, he's my second chance mate. My first mate rejected me, deeming me 'worthless trash' within our pack. I was adopted and now find myself an orphan," I admitted, the bitter memories resurfacing.