Rejecting A Wolf Novels & Stories

Once again, I am reminded that I'm unacceptable. The one wolf fated to love me sees me as filth; how could I blame the rest of the world? “No!” I heard my father yell. “Make him accept her. Who rejects a true bond?” he yelled at Bastian. Bastian was face to face with my father in a blink of an eye. “We don't want her; an abomination like that does not belong in my pack, and you do not tell me what to do.”

"What do you think is happening to you?" I looked at the patrol report. "The bond," I said. "Yes," he said. "The bond." "It should have faded," I said. "Rejected bonds fade. That's how it works." "That's how it works when both wolves accept the rejection cleanly," he said. "When one wolf rejects and the other accepts under duress in front of a crowd because she had no other choice. Your wolf never agreed. You know that." I stood and crossed to the window.

“Reject each other and forget this ever happened?” “Rejecting each other would uncomplicate things,” I said, seeing as Brayden didn't answer my question to reject each other. And he still didn't say anything. “I don't think that's a good idea. Your wolf is still weak. It could kill you,” Brayden finally answered. “We can reject each other once you're better.”

It had taken him alot of perseverance to be able to subdue his wolf and control his urges and feelings. 'Keep quiet! She is still mine as long as she remains here. When she leaves, then I shall accept that she is no longer mine' 'Is that so? Did you see how gladly she accepted your rejection? You denied me our mate and you want to take as your Luna, someone not fated to you. How is that supposed to work?' 'It will work just fine!' he snapped. He hated to be told that he had made a wrong decision. 'Alpha Sylvester', Alpha Donald called merrily. 'You have lots of beauties here I must say', His eyes were twinkling and following Millicent.

Easton dared him to deny it, standing near our desk with his hands in his pockets, watching as furious Seamus trembled but remained silent. "We just want justice. So we would like to perform the rejection here and now, with all the members of the Council as witnesses." He continued and turned to the chairman for his approval. In werewolf culture, the 'rejection' is a formal process that signifies the end of a mate bond and the power transfer, making it a crucial moment in the pack's hierarchy. "Miss Hopkins? Is that claim true?" Chairman Pullman asked me, taking his glasses and clasping his hands on the panel before him.

I mumble out thinking off the top of my head, but when a deep growl sounds inside of my head, I knew she didn’t enjoy my answer. “Don’t speak for me!” She growls barring her teeth whilst Archer takes a step closer to me, but my legs soon take one backwards further from him. “I know that’s not true; your wolf had just communicated with mine expressing how she’s longing to be free. Why are you rejecting my offer, do you not want me to see your wolf?” He asks with such suspicion on his face but also, as like he knew I was hiding something, and my actions were only confirming it further.

In the evening, Dane called Ava and offered to take her somewhere. When she told her friends about it, they did not seem pleased. "Ava, think before you take a step," Abigail reminded her. Debra, too, said she should think about it and come up with a solution to the mate problem. "Is there no way I can reject him?" she asked them. They said she should have learned about it since they had never heard a female wolf could reject a male wolf. However, they could accept each other's rejection or delay it by not accepting their rejection.

It’s like I was being killed from the inside out. I screamed and cried immediately. I knew what was happening. Kylian had just officially rejected and broke his bond with me. “Accept it…” I heard my wolf say at the back of my mind. I shook my head in tears as those perverted men kept violating me, doubling the pain I was feeling. “Accept his rejection so we won’t be in so much pain,” my wolf insisted, roaring in pain. “No!” I shouted, both to my wolf and to those men around me.

— Tolerable. - Not cold? - asked the "snowy", skeptically looking at me from head to toe. Well, yes, I jumped out again in one shirt. I could only smile, because it was impossible to think of a more stupid question. “Have you forgotten that I am a fiery wolf?” I smiled as I tossed out my cigarette butt. “Fiery wolves are not afraid of any frost,” oh yes, he knew, and judging by his face, this was exactly the reaction he expected from me. Stretching, I leaned back against the lantern, feeling some wrong lightness from the conversation.

Absolutely not. "Nothing is going to happen." I insisted, holding strong. I was determined that we were done having stupid obstacles in our way, preventing us from getting our happily ever after. "Lana, you need to know that if you can't accept your wolf. You won't survive the shift." He grabbed my hand, his rough and calloused palm sliding over the back of mine where I had it sitting on my thigh.