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She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain. “Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered. He moved to the other breast, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. His hand slid down her stomach and under the waistband of her jeans. He pushed them down along with her panties in one rough motion. Mira kicked them off the rest of the way. Now she was completely naked under him. Jake sat back on his knees and looked at her body. His eyes were dark with hunger. “So fucking pretty,” he said.

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I stopped in the middle of the dark forest path, completely still. A strange ache pulsed through my chest. He felt it. Even after the rejection… even after the bond had been broken, some instinct deep inside me knew Kael could still feel me leaving. The connection between mates didn’t disappear instantly. It lingered. Reached. Held on long after it was supposed to end. Somewhere back in that study, he was awake. And he knew I was walking away. I closed my eyes briefly, forcing down the pain threatening to rise again.

All I needed was my good looks and devilish charms, and after a few dates, I was sure to have a woman who would swoon in my arms if I paid even the littlest attention to her. Kate was different; she didn't care about me. In fact, she went out of her way to show me how much she didn't care about me. Rejection had never hurt as much as this because I didn't have a lot of experience dealing with it. Every day, she treated me like I didn't matter; she only had me pandering around her daily, unable to control myself.

I discovered him, though, spending private time with someone else. My instincts begged me to go, to get as far away from this horrible scene as I could. However, it was too late. They were aware of me, locking their gaze with mine in a perplexing expression of astonishment and annoyance. When they finally understood, Louis, my alleged mate, looked at me with a face filled with resentment and disappointment. His words stabbed me in the heart like a thousand daggers. "You," he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt, "you're my mate? You are rejected by me, Louis, a Moonshine Beta werewolf. What's your name, please? He sadly questioned.

I thought to myself Out of nowhere, Isabella sprang forward to him as she gently holds his hands. “I’m not sure you know what you’re saying; Avery can’t possibly be your mate; she has already rejected the one mate she has; are you sure I’m not the one you meant to say?” She muttered, staring at me lustfully, which only seemed cringy to me.

Apparently, I’d have to drag a dictionary over to my stack as well. That book – too flowery and confusing, even with a dictionary, to be helpful – was the first of many. After plodding and grumbling my way through a page-by-page reading of the second book, a historical tome on famous fated mate pairs from Darkmoon Pack’s past, I decided to work smarter, not harder. I paged to the index of that book and looked for anything about mate rejections and rejection recovery. When I saw nothing, I put that book in my ‘useless’ pile and repeated my index search with the next. I could practically feel my hair going grey as I worked.

She was holding a basket of damp linens, but as their eyes met, the basket hit the dirt with a thud that sounded like a funeral drum in the sudden silence of their shared connection. The air between them thickened, turning into a heavy, electric soup of pheromones and ancient magic. Despite the suppressant salve, Kreygan’s wolf clawed at the walls of his mind, desperate to break through the "commoner" shell and claim the female who smelled of rain-washed lilies and ozone.

Elara looked away, “then why are you here.” “To be kind,” Aven said. The word landed wrong. “Elara,” she went on, her voice softening, you must understand how confusing this has been for everyone, for Rowen especially. He has waited years for a mate, years. When the Moon finally revealed one, and it was you…, She paused, as if searching for the right word. “It was difficult.” Elara’s hands curled into fists. “He rejected me,” she said. “Publicly.” “Yes,” Aven agreed. “And that was necessary.” Elara snapped her gaze back to her. “Necessary for who.”

Even though it was soft, it stung a lot. “Chase, this isn’t what it looks like.” I was pleading now. It was pathetic, but I didn’t care. “I, Chase Knight, Alpha of the Valley Pack…” He said it like a final sentence. “…reject you, Kiara Farkas, as my mate and future Luna.”