Romans & histoires Rejected you alpha, for a beast

I declared, my voice firm. His eyes widened in disbelief. "How dare you reject an alpha like me?" he snapped back. "I, Finn Blackthorn, accept your fucking rejection," he proclaimed. As he spoke those words, I felt my wolf howling in pain within me, nearly losing my balance. I managed to steady myself against the wall for support.

Two girls, painted in so much pink cosmetic filth they looked like caricatures, and a boy with the glazed, bloodshot eyes of a drunk. ​The girl in the pink dress actually had the audacity to preen. She abandoned the stove and sashayed toward me, batting her lashes through layers of caked-on "paint." ​“Hey, handsome,” she slurred, trying to project a charm she didn't possess. “Did you lose your way, Alpha?” ​I didn't even see her. I moved past her as if she were a ghost, my eyes locked on the broken form on the floor. ​‘Is she alive?’ Axel’s voice was a frantic, ragged scream in my mind.

He raised his chin, his voice booming through the sacred hall, amplified by his Alpha command. "I, Kaelen Vance, Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack and King of the Western Territories, reject the arrangement of the heavens," his illusion whispered, the words echoing off the cave walls, multiplying into a deafening roar that vibrated through my skull. "You are a pathetic, unranked omega. A kitchen rat. You are a stain on my lineage, and I would rather watch my pack burn to ash than ever allow a parasite like you to sit on my throne." The crowd of wolves erupted into cruel, mocking laughter, their faces warping into monstrous, distorted shapes as they pointed their fingers at me.

The word sliced deeper than the bond’s agony. I searched his face desperately, looking for doubt, for regret, anything. There was nothing. Only iron resolve and something darker beneath it, something he refused to acknowledge. The elders exchanged uneasy glances, but none stepped forward to challenge him. Alpha law was absolute. The rejection was final. The pain subsided slowly, leaving behind a hollow ache so vast it stole my breath. I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking, my world reduced to fragments. I had been claimed. And then discarded.

"I am getting use to you Alpha. I fear rejection again I fear being let down and hurt again. I had to watch someone else with another girl because I wasn't good enough. What would happen if you met someone else. What happens to me then?" "Nothing happens to you. You're my mate. Your second chance at love and I want to be that person for you. I want to be your protector and your smile" "But why?" She asks while sobbing a little. "Because I want and love you. You were made for me. I'm going to try this again. And this time I'll make it so that I don't make a twat of myself okay" "I, Alpha Jaxon Hayes, Alpha of the midnight pack, would like you, Esme West to be my Mate and My Luna. To be by yo

I swallowed hard, coming in terms with the decision I was about to take. "I, Adella Gomez, accept your rejection" I said, the pains of rejection searing through my heart. Would he regret it? Would he also feel the pain of the rejection? The feeling of being broken, distraught and forlorn. I hope he will change his mind… I hope he will come back. Unfortunately, his next words shattered my world. "I am glad you know your position. Do you think I would accept a weak human like you as my mate? I, the future Alpha of this great pack paired with a weakling!" He scoffed.

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."

he replied, looking at me in anger "For the second time." In an instant, the bond that had once held them together was torn and ripped off by his rejection. This time it was real. I felt it. It wasn't like all the other rejections where he would mark me again. My wolf screamed in pain as I felt them cut off. "You’re weak," he continued, standing over her. "And weak wolves have no place in my pack." "Throw her into the dungeon," Alice said, her voice filled with malice. "Let her rot there."

My heart started beating crazily as I started at her, hoping my instinct was wrong… “End this? What are you saying?” I whispered. “I reject you, Mr. Alpha,” she said in a bored tone. I stared at her in confusion. She was kidding, right? No one would reject the mate given by the Moon Goddess. Soon, I realised that she really meant it. I felt as if the very Earth had been moved out from under my feet. My mate rejected me? Was I really that bad? I was an Alpha and my pride didn’t let me stand there and take her rejection silently. She had no idea what she had just done.

I missed you too. “Don’t do this,” I whispered, a déjà vu of what I told him then. The same three words that came from the heart, a simple plea, for him instead of me. The deeper shade was pushed back, and an enraged Alpha glared at me. He slammed me back to the wall and demanded, “Say it! Say you accept!” I’m sorry, Alpha. I’ve failed you once more. In between sobs, I spoke the words he wanted to hear. “I, Gamma A-Anna Be-Bella Fiora…ac-accept your re-rejection…Alpha F-Flynn As-tra.”