Rejected you alpha, for a beast Mga Nobela at Kwento

Beta Randy’s eyes widened. “Wait, are you saying…?” Randy asked. “It’s of no use, there will be two rejections tonight,” the alpha said simply, his voice hard. Two? Before I could even process his words, he began walking away. I heard Mr Sinclair gasp behind me, and when I turned, his eyes were on me, surprise written all over his face. Then I heard Alan speak. “It can’t be, you should reject her soon.” He pointed at me and turned to Alpha Abel, who had already walked out with the door closing behind him.

he demands. “Apologies, Alpha, but I had to prioritize cleaning Juan and Denise's house before attending to my chores here,” I nervously explain to Alpha, my voice trembling with fear. As I attempt to take a step forward, Alpha forcefully seizes my arm and hurls me against the unyielding wall, eliciting a sharp cry of agony as the impact shatters something deep within my body. Before I can even react, Alpha swiftly crouches down, positioning themselves in front of me, their voice dripping with disdain and disappointment. “I should have never kept you in this pack, you pathetic mongrel. Your worthlessness is only surpassed by your inability to fulfill the simplest of tasks assigned to you.”

“I, Alpha Cyra Teymoori, reject you, Alpha Yorick ... what’s your last name?” “Hill,” I growl. Thad is howling in my head at her instant rejection of us. “I, Alpha Cyra Teymoori, reject you, Alpha Yorick Hill as my mate and Alpha,” she says, looking at me expectantly, as if she didn’t just rip my heart out of my chest and stomp on it while I stood by helplessly. I step up to her, taking her chin in my hand. “I, Alpha Yorick Hill, reject your ridiculous rejection. But I do want to know why? Why would you reject me when you don’t even know me?” I growl.

He spat and I instantly knew what was coming next. "I, Alpha Andrew Scott of the wild crest pack rejects you Annabel Travis as my mate and I want nothing to do with you!'' I felt a sharp pain in my heart and I slowly dropped to my knees, groaning in pain. "Being rejected by an Alpha must be brutal." He said and I raised my head to look at him. "You will now get to experience pain much worse than this." He vowed. "Take her away and throw her in the dungeon!"

Some curious, some waiting for me to fail. Kael never looked at them. His gaze was fixed ahead, like he didn’t care who was here, only that I was beside him. Elder Rhys lifted his hand. “Tonight, under the full moon, the Alpha takes his mate. A human.” The word hit me hard. Human. Like it was dirt in his mouth. My knees trembled, but I forced my chin up. I wouldn’t bow. Not now. Kael squeezed my hand once before letting go. His voice was low, steady, meant for me. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

Bryson answered with a savage headbutt that cracked across Jethro’s cheekbone. For a terrifying moment, Jethro stumbled, dazed. Bryson lunged for the kill, claws extended, but Jethro twisted at the last instant, slamming the wolf’s head into the marble floor with bone-snapping force. Bryson let out a choking growl, collapsing in a heap. Jethro loomed over him, eyes bright with the wild, dangerous light of an Alpha in full power. “Yield,” he ordered, voice dark and final. Bryson spat blood, then bowed his head, his voice a low growl. “I yield.”

I smile after blocking my wolf out before she could suggest other adventurous places, she deemed appropriate for us to do the horizontal tango. “And most of them stem from you little mate.” He groans with a hint of a smile on his lips, while I just happily stroll past him enjoying that I was still giving him a run for his money. “I mean you knew what you were getting yourself into, but if I’m too much to handle, I can simply leave and find a more adequate Alpha to satisfy my needs.” I say with the biggest smile on my face as I carried on down the path, a deep growl soon ripples through the area before I’m pulled from behind to hit a hard chest, his face right in the nip of my neck where his

Opening her eyes, it dawned on her. She didn't hit the ground. Looking up a bit, she met his charming face: thick jaw, deep brown eyes, sharp nose, and a bloody lip. This description suits no one else than Alpha Raymond, the Lycan king known for his deadly acts. “If you wish to end your miserable life, then it's okay, but not in my company,” he dropped her down, and she turned around. Her stupid mind didn't think through; trying to commit suicide in a company, wasn't smart at all.

Cicy is grimacing inside of me - showing her own disgust. “Besides,” Jean cuts in again. “You know he’s the Alpha’s best friend. He can get away with anything. There’s no way he would be sanctioned.” “Jean, why don’t you just reject him?” I ask desperately. “I…I thought about that,” Jean admits. “But…you know what could happen.” Yes. Yes, I do. Rejecting a mate is not black and white. If one dares to do so then whoever initiated the rejection has to pay a large sum of money in damages. A very large sum.

They usually became a shallow, skeletal image of themselves and some times, they ended it all by drowning in the pool of despair. They didn't call me the Rejected Alpha for nothing. I trapped your soul, your very essence and turned you into a shell of yourself. Now, i was usually left alone because none of the other people wanted to associate with me for fear of incurring my anger. I liked to be left alone because it afforded me the opportunity to think and plan towards catching my next prey which happened to be the man called Alpha Jed.