Novel & Cerita Rejected Mate Callie Rose

“You’re on my territory. And she’s under my protection.” Cain’s fists clench. “She’s my mate.” The words hit the air like a slap. I don’t move. Don’t flinch. Don’t feel the bond scream, because it doesn’t. Eric turns his head slightly, just enough to look at Cain fully. His voice is steady. Deadly calm. “She was your mate,” he corrects. “You rejected her. You lost that right.” Silence stretches tight and dangerous. Cain looks at me then, really looks, like he’s searching for something......... pain, doubt, weakness.

She could feel my hardness against her ass, we were both turned on to the point where the open space didn't even bother us. "I don't know what Kara told you, but everything that happened was a coincidence, I got drunk and Rowland was going to drop me off but...DAMON" she drawled out, throwing her head back as I drove two fingers inside of her.. "Rose? You sound strange, is everything okay with you? Listen you can call me back later" Caleb suggested. Rose turned to look at me but I shook my head, telling her not to end the call, she wasn't going to end the call until she cums on it.

The impact making me wince. “I don’t want you. You disgust me. You’re an Omega. Even your parents don’t care about you. You’re fat, ugly, disgusting, dirty and worthless. You’re a slut. We aren’t meant to be. We are from different worlds. I have the highest position whilst you have the lowest. This is all a mistake. I, Caleb Dominic Asher reject you, Scarlett Rose Davis. ” He said to me. Disgust was clear in his voice and face. I wasn’t fit to be a mate, a disgrace. A disappointment, a mistake. I gulped and my vision became blurry. I blinked and let my tears fall. I had to accept the rejection. I had to for him. Anything for him. “I, Scarlett Rose Davis accept your rejection.” I said in a tr

Even Kelvin seems shocked as does Tatum and loud gasps and mmurmurs from the crowd rent the air at the weight of Carmela’s words. “Yes, just like you humilkiated me and called off my wedding, I am breaking my bond to you,” she stares Tatum down in the face. “I, Carmela Easton, under the all seeing eye of Selene, reject you, Alpha Tatum Cromwell of the blood oak pack as my mate.” Tatum scoffs nonchalantly, putting some distance between them, his voice loud and audible. “Under the all seeing eye of Selene, I, Alpha Tatum Cromwell accepts your rejection, Carmela Easton as my mate.”

I could feel a slight annoyance from Ethan, which made me smile a little. “So, Grace, have you found your mate yet?” Callie asked as we all laid back and relaxed. “Can’t say I have.” I knew it was a low blow, but I didn’t care. He was acting like he didn’t want me, so I wasn’t going to announce my rejection to the world. “You?” “I’m mated to Damon.” She replied. “Oh! I didn’t know, I’m sorry!” I looked at her, horrified. “It’s okay!”

Rose's eyes wide and confused and still a little hurt from two weeks of rejection. "Rose." I held out the jasmine. "I brought you flowers. Night-blooming jasmine from my mother's garden. Because—because you're my mate. My fated mate. And I've been an idiot for two weeks avoiding you. But I'm done with that. Done running. Done pretending the mate bond doesn't exist or matter." I paused. "I'm choosing you. Publicly. In front of the whole pack. So everyone knows—Rose Castellan is my mate. And I'm—I'm grateful for that. Honored by that. Even if I've been too scared to show it until now."

“Maybe you are not quite fond of captivity as I had imagined.” “Maybe you should worry less about me and more about your place here.” She smiles wider, voice almost purring. “My place is right beside the Alpha.” I whisper back, “Not for long.” Something sharp flashes in her eyes. Then she gets nearer, her lips are almost touching my ear. “But do you know the real reason why he rejected you?”she whispers. My pulse spikes. “You should leave while you can still walk.” Her voice drops lower, cold and intimate. “It wasn’t duty. It wasn’t his father. He told me once you were never Luna material.”

My legs felt like butter when he let go of me, the cold air that rushed into the space where his body had been felt like a preview of every cold night that was coming. He turned to face Kirsten fully. Something in his expression hardened. “Nate, don’t—” Kirsten started, her voice a cracked whisper, her wet eyes frantic with plea. He didn’t let her finish. “I, Nate Calloway of the SilverCrest Pack, reject you, Kirsten Dawn, as my mate.” Kirsten screamed. The sound erupted from her chest like she was being torn in half. Her knees buckled and she doubled over. Her fingers clawed at the grass and when she lifted her face, blood was trickling from her nostril.

The defector's name was Callum, and he looked nothing like what I'd expected from a man claiming ties to something as monstrous as the Warden's inner circle. Younger than Thorne, plainly dressed, hands trembling faintly as Renner's guards led him into the outpost's main room. "Sit," Kael said, his voice carrying none of its earlier warmth, every ounce of trust hard-earned now after everything the last week had cost us. Callum sat, his eyes darting once toward me, toward Lena still sleeping against my chest, before settling on Kael with something that looked almost like relief.

By spreading her legs to another man. I stood up, I made my decision and it will be harsh for more than one person. “I, Ethan Walters, Beta of Whiskey Moon, reject you, Rosalie Walters, as my mate.” “Argh!” Rosalie screamed and fell to the floor, clutching her chest. “Accept it.” I said coldly. She is crying but she speaks, “I, Rosalie Walters, accept your rejection.” I feel the bond snap between us and I stumble backwards. I’m not finished though. “I, Ethan Walters, Beta of Whiskey Moon, reject Alpha Claude of Whiskey Moon as my Alpha. I renounce my position as Beta of Whiskey Moon. All ties are severed.”