Rejected While Carrying His Pup Novels & Stories

I pushed forward and instinctively raised my hand to touch him. “Don't,” he yelled just before I could make contact, and he moved back as if the thought of me touching him was repulsive, “don't put your hands on me, Beauregard. And if you think we were really fated mates, then this is a rejection. I, Levi Hawthorne, hereby reject Brooks Beauregard as my mate.” He winced as he said those words, no doubt feeling the pain of a mate bond that was about to be severed. I searched his eyes for hints that this was a joke, even though it was a cruel one, but there was nothing but numbness.

"Found your pack." I held very still. "You knew before the rejection," I said. "Yes," he said. "You knew when Kael rejected me." "I knew you existed," he said carefully. "I didn't know you, there's a difference." "You captured me knowing what I was," I said. "Yes," he said. "I captured you knowing what the kingdom needed." He held my gaze. "I told myself that was enough justification." "Was it?" Something moved through his expression. "For about three days," he said quietly. "Then I met you, I actually met you and everything I'd told myself about justification became significantly harder to maintain."

"It's a trap!" Ethan's hands were shaking now that he knew. "I know," he growled, his mind already so many steps ahead. "But I don't have a choice. I have to go." Grayson set a hand on Ethan's shoulder. "We got your back, Ethan. We're just gonna hang back a bit, ready to drop in if things go sideways." Ethan shook his head. "No. If they think I have a pack with me, they'll kill the pups. I have to do this alone."

I saw something flicker in their depths—pain, perhaps, or regret—but it was gone so quickly I might have imagined it. "I, Hunter Blackwood, future Alpha of the Silverstone Pack, reject you, Tara McKenzie, as my mate and future Luna." The formal words of rejection carried the weight of ancient law, each syllable driving deeper into my heart like shards of ice. "You are not strong enough, not worthy enough, to stand beside me as I lead this pack. We need a Luna who can command respect, who comes from a bloodline of leaders. You are the daughter of a mere warrior—adequate for the pack, but insufficient for its future." The cruelty of his words hit me like physical blows. Around the clearing, pa

The wait and desire to turn around and see him, but I knew from the way his breath tingled on my flesh that he was close and teasing. "Please make him stop the tease," I pleaded with Sister, but she seemed to be enjoying the wait even more. Wagging her tail to fan his face. "Be patient, mate," Silus said through the mind link. Like I had a choice. I couldn't request to go outside. That would be crazy, because one, the rain was picking up and two, I just got banished from the pack lands while my family would not hesitate to throw me in the dungeons seeing how I was no longer useful to them.

She lies crumpled on the cold stone, blood seeping from her knees and nose. Jasper continues, his voice growing colder with each word. "I, Jasper Drevyn, Alpha of the Drevyn Pack, hereby reject Araya Varrow as my mate. I sever all ties between us. I revoke her title as Luna. I cast her from this pack." The formal words of rejection hit Araya like physical blows. Each one drives deeper into the wound in her chest, twisting and tearing. The pack watches in stunned silence. Some wolves bow their heads in respect for the ritual. Others look sick, their faces pale.

“He is always so picky. He hates strangers and snaps his teeth at everyone except his grandparents. I never see him love someone this fast.” I pat the pup’s back and look at the couple. “Let him come to our courtyard to play. I will carry him back when we come for the deer feast later.” The parents look very happy about this. “Thank you, Azel. We are sorry for the trouble.” We walk back to the main lodge with the little pup pulling on my hair. When we open the wooden gates, the rival team is already sitting there, looking dirty and tired from clearing boulders for the elders.

"Maya…" "I'm fine," she said but it didn’t sound true at all. Ethan looked at her. "No, you're not." She looked away because if she looked at him, the crying might start again. Time slipped by in silence. Then Ethan quietly took off his jacket and handed it to her. Her hands shook as she reached for it. "I don't understand," she whispered. Ethan didn't answer because there was no answer. The future king publicly rejected the girl the Moon Goddess chose for him.

"You don't mean that." "Damn right I do!" He turned to the pack, arms spread. "I reject Elva Porsteinsdóttir as my mate. I reject any claim the moon might have tried to force on us. She is no longer promised to me or this pack." Gasps. Then the roar started. Not cheers. Jeers. Someone threw a rock. It clipped my shoulder and I stumbled. My father's face went stone hard. He didn't move to stop it. My mother turned away completely.

Perhaps, it was because I had already given up on everything. "My mate rejected me in front of the whole pack. Publicly. After getting another woman pregnant." My voice stays steady, which surprises me a little. "I rejected him back before he could enjoy it too much. Then I packed what was mine and left that same night." Something changes in his face. It's small. If I hadn't been watching this closely I would have missed it completely. "An Alpha," he says. "Rejecting a wolfless mate." "You say that like it's strange."