Rejection Roadtrip Novel Novels & Stories

"And a car hit mine. When I stepped out to confront the driver, it turned out to be a handsome figure." Leah's eyes widened with interest as I continued. "I couldn't do anything but stare," I admitted with a smile. "And Alpha Blake, he apologized like a true gentleman. Then I simply got back in my car and drove off, oblivious I'm sure he also fall in love with me that day." I snapped out from the thought. Then my phone beep for message, and the message lead me to taking a bold step. And I decided to leave New York City and go to another country. I packed my belongings and left without letting anyone know.

I was done with wolves. Two hours later, curled up against the cold window of a midnight bus tearing down the highway toward Astra City, I stared at the blurred highway lights. The physical echo of the broken bond was a heavy, dull ache in my chest but a sudden, violent wave of nausea hit me out of nowhere. I gasped, pulling away from the glass, my hand slamming over my mouth as my stomach retched violently. It wasn't just the shock of the rejection.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white against the worn leather. The snow was coming down in thick, angry sheets now, blocking out the road ahead like someone had dumped a bag of flour over the windshield. My little rental car sputtered up the narrow mountain road, wipers slapping uselessly. I should’ve turned back hours ago, but after the fight with Jake,after he’d packed his stuff from our “romantic getaway” cabin and left me there with nothing but a slammed door and a text saying we were done,I just drove. Anywhere. Away.

All that remained in his eyes was numbness and despair. I'd heard that to pay off the millions he owed, he worked three jobs a day and slept under an overpass at night. Amelia hadn't fared much better. After several stints in detention for refusing to pay her debts, she ended up working as a janitor in an underground gambling den. Without proper residency records, her three kids were stuck in a low-level school. They spent their days fighting with local thugs, and her eldest had already been sent to juvenile detention for theft.

I thought if I was sincere enough, I would eventually receive a supreme blessing. But no matter how sincere I was, I could never receive the blessing Hayden had no intention of giving me. If that was the case, why should I keep suffering like this? I scanned the code and bought my ticket. "I'm tired. I don't feel like walking," I said casually. My hoarse voice had barely faded when Samuel lifted the car keys in his hand. "Perfect timing. Hayden and I are heading down the mountain too. Want a ride with us?" Before I could refuse, Hayden coldly said, "We're picking someone up. There's no time to drop her off."

I text him, asking if Greta is okay, asking where the driver is, but the bubbles never appear. The weight of the rejection is heavy, a familiar, suffocating blanket. I’m not angry anymore, and I’m not even sad—I’m just profoundly disappointed. It’s the same cycle, the same script, just with different actors and excuses. I call a ride-share, and it’s there in five minutes.

She reminded me, and I nodded. Immediately, I stood up from my bed, and walked towards my wardrobe to get my attire for the day. Each step I took towards that angle sent shivers down my spine. In my community, rejection was a curse, and the only way you could run away from the trauma was death. I've heard stories about Luna's who were stoned to death cause they were rejected by their mates. To make matters worse, my cousin, Jada, recently ended her life, after she was rejected on her birthday.

The idea was a dangerous one, a spark of hope that could easily be crushed by the harsh reality of my existence. Today, after another day of school and another terse exchange with Mrs. Wyatt about something Zane had falsely accused me of doing, I walked the familiar path back to the quarter. The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in fiery hues, a stark contrast to the quiet ache in my chest. I was ten, and I was Cole Junior, the invisible boy of the Wyatt household. But somewhere, deep down, a tiny flame of defiance flickered. I might not know the truth now, but one day, I would. One day, I would find out why. And then, maybe then, I wouldn't be invisible anymore.

The road hums beneath my truck, familiar and numb, like I’ve done this drive a thousand times with nowhere to go. It hits me then, how many miles I’ve clocked behind this wheel, chasing a ghost named Hazel. And the irony of it all? The second I find her, the second she knows the truth, she walks away. Rejects me without hesitation. Like she was never meant to be mine in the first place. The thought digs into me like a blade. Cold. Sharp. Final.

The constant, maddening push and pull is driving me mad. I’m furious I gave away so much land to get her back, and now it’s all for nothing. Her rejection lances my heart like a blunt arrow-tip, shredding my muscles and organs as it burrows its way through my chest. What do I have left? We have only a bit more than half the land we had yesterday, and I have nothing to show for it. I gave away pack territory without consulting the pack, and I got nothing in return for the sacrifice. This impulsive, selfish decision will carry severe consequences.