Rejected Protector Novels & Stories

Then he shut the door, walked around, and got back into the car. "I know guys like this," he muttered. He was still typing. "Aggressive when they think they’ve got access again." Mia had never seen him like this before. Even his voice sounded different now... lower, thicker "Desperate for attention after being rejected." But something didn’t make sense. She couldn’t remember rejecting anyone, ever. Not in America or here in Russia where she’d barely spent a week. The only people she had ever given her number to were Damien… and Axel.

He grabs the gavel—the one he took from the wreckage—and slams it onto the table. BANG. The room quiets. But it’s a fragile silence. "We have traitors in the room," Drakon says. "We have men who broke the code." He looks at Eleni. "And we have a Reaper standing at my table demanding a patch." "I earned it," Eleni says. "I bought it with blood." "The law says once a Reaper, always a Reaper," Riker says. "We can't patch her in, Drakon. It's against the bylaws."

The mark? Why is it golden? I remembered the Moon Goddess words. The mark was rejected by my body. “You rejected the mate bond. You broke the mate bond. Something that is so pure for us, you decided to condemn it.” The first man spoke again. “It was not her. It was me. I broke the rules. I rejected her. I—-rejected my mate. That is why she might probably be rejecting the mark.” Lucas hung his head when he spoke. The Elders looked among themselves.

There are a million things unlikable about you, asshole. "Do you want me to tell you honestly?" I asked with a polite smile and he stared at me up and down interestedly. "So, I'd appreciate it if you rejected me right now." "If you feel so strongly about it, why don't you reject me yourself?" I can't do that. I once had a mate and I rejected him, I don't have the ability to reject my second chance mate. Only Mr. Gomez can reject me. "I..." He smirked, "you can't, can you?" That could only mean one thing."

𝐶𝒉𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑟𝑒𝑒. 𝐸𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎'𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉. "Sometimes rejection in life Is actually redirection"_ I woke up to cold air playing with the hairs on my skin. My mind replayed what transpired between me and Ethan like a broken record.

He was surrounded by a dozen screens, all of them tracking our movements. "Beautiful," the man said, his voice smooth and devoid of emotion. "The resonance is perfect. The Heir is already at twenty percent integration." He turned around. He was old, his face a map of surgical scars and faded Syndicate tattoos. He looked at us not with fear, but with the adoration of an artist looking at a masterpiece. "I am the Custodian," he said. "And I have waited thirty years to see a Sovereign with a Shield. You are the perfect binary unit. The world has been chaotic for too long. It needs a mind that can see everything, and a hand that can strike anyone."

The answer came on its own. Yes, she does. Of course she does. After all, I was the one who rejected her. I was the one who said she deserved more suffering. I was the one who took away the only bond that could protect her in this pack. I shook my head in annoyance. I couldn’t allow myself to think that way. I did what I had to do. A rejected former Luna was not a good candidate to be part of my pack. My duty as Alpha was to protect what belonged to me, and that meant getting rid of any ties that could weaken us.

"I don't want him." I turned to Adrian. The golden bond hummed between us — warm, insistent, a song my blood wanted to sing. I opened my mouth. "I, Kaia Ashbourne of Silvercrest Pack —" Adrian's face went white. "— reject you, Adrian Blackwell of Blackridge Pack —" The bond screamed. A searing line of fire raced from my chest to his. His hand flew to his sternum. His eyes went wide. "— as my fated mate." The golden thread snapped.

Marco had shown how much he never trusted Ethan, he had even warned me about Ethan but my constant need for acceptance and love blinded me from seeing the truth. Ethan’s voice echoed—“I never loved you”—and I clenched my jaw, fighting the burn in my eyes. I was Lucian Moretti, The Reaper, king of Miami’s underworld, not some lovesick fool, but his rejection ripped open scars I’d buried since my foster mother walked away, her cold eyes branding me worthless. “Boss,” Marco said, his voice low, breaking the silence. “What do you want me to do about… this?”

that had been bothering the pack. "He's rejected," Elara whispered, kneeling beside the man. "Exactly," Sarah said. "He's a 'Glitch.' His brain didn't sync with the server. Now he's stuck in a permanent state of Neural-Rejection. To Aethelgard, he's garbage. To us, he's proof that the bond can be broken." Elara reached out to touch the man's shoulder, but when her hand neared, a spark of black static jumped from her fingers. The man gasped, his eyes clearing for a moment.