Rejection Roadtrip Novels & Stories

A rejection is like a bitch-slap while accepting that rejection felt like a blow from a heavyweight champion; a severing of the strings that held mates together. ‘Now that you have run this far, what next? You can’t live out here. You have to go back!’ Artemis kept urging me to return. In truth, I couldn’t set up camp outside of a flower shop but I could delay the inevitable which I planned on doing by staying out here for a while. I could do with a bit less pain these days.

I shouldn’t be here, I know. I shouldn’t be doing this, I know. I shouldn’t be thinking about this, I know. But I was. My wolf was driving me crazy. It had barely been three hours since Amanda rejected us and he started having withdrawal symptoms. I mean, come on, I thought we didn’t care about her. And we didn’t. But it was a full moon, and it was a time when wolves needed their mates more than anything. And I needed mine.

In less than a week, I'd managed to throw away years of avoiding U21, become a stripper at a trashy club, and now acted like a wanton whore on the back of a stranger's motorcycle. Ryker must have heard, or possibly felt, my audible sigh. His hold on my calf tightened in reassurance, just briefly. I tried to focus on anything other than the machine under me and the alpha in front of me, but the houses we passed did little to hold my interest. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, the road trip was over less than ten minutes after it had started.

to it. Get used to always being rejected. That's the prize we have to pay for being different." "According to them, we are both cursed creatures and don't deserve happiness. Can you imagine? They feel they are superior over us! And they are right! That's because we really can't do anything to them." Even though I continued talking non-stop to my wolf, I didn't receive an answer. I was met with her cold silence. I knew she wouldn't answer me, but I kept talking. I wanted to push out all the anger, frustration and pains I had been enduring all these years. "Everyone of you are the cursed ones! I fucking hate you all! Who the hell do you think you are! Fuck you to my mate! I don't want any o

Like how Kimberly's yelling is about to damage my precious eardrums. I would love to reject Jake, to be honest. At least that's one problem aside, the mate bond won't interfere with my thinking and reasoning. But we already know what happens even after rejection. Nothing. Nothing happens. Instead, the bond between us weakens, only to get stinger as time passes. Should I reject him this time? I mean when the bond is weak, it won't work properly. That will buy me a bit of time to clear my head. "I'll go," I said out of the blue. I figured I could use a drink or two with the way my head threatens to burst from overthinking things.

I stuttered – still dumbfounded by the whole situation. I knew the Princess didn’t take the rejection well, however, what the fuck is with this petty wrath she’s taking out on the whole fucking pack? “No, rumors are mostly twisted truths – and this time, it’s not twisted. It’s simply truth,” He said seriously. I nodded, indeed, rumors can sometimes be the truth. “However, Nathan – I need you to come with me to the war.”

The agony of rejection echoes through my being, intensified by the devastating loss of my entire pack while I remained hidden and helpless. ‘Hello Savage, I am your wolf Cleo. I am sorry, but I can't heal us anymore than I have already. We are too weak from our mates' rejection on top of our pack bonds being shattered one by one.’ Cleo whimpers as she fades back. ‘Cleo, I understand, and thank you for being here. I wish we could be with mom and dad instead of being in this world without them.’ I reply just as my face is slowly turned towards Uncle Apollo.

I just want to get this over with. I was so excited about going to Moonlight, but now that we were almost there my stomach is in knots and my palms are sweaty. I don’t know if I’m more nervous about a fresh start in life or about the impending rejection. Maybe it's both. Creed turned down a road that looked like it was leading back out of town. There is nothing in sight but tall trees on both sides of the road. “Are you sure you’re going the right way?” Creed turned his head and smiled at me, “Hold on firecracker.”

I shut the door hard, the sound like a gunshot in the night. The engine roared to life. My fingers clutched the wheel so tightly they hurt. I could still hear Mama calling after me, but it faded as I pulled away, the night swallowing her voice. Streetlights smeared into golden streaks through my tears. My breath came in ragged bursts. “They rejected me,” I whispered, the words stabbing out of me like knives. “Because of my epilepsy. Because I wasn’t… perfect.” I pounded the steering wheel once, the horn blaring in the silence of the road. My sobs grew heavier, rattling through me as I sped on. The tyres screeched against the asphalt when I turned too sharply, the car jerking beneath my hands

I muttered, realizing that I had just gone against the promise I made for myself. I said I wasn’t going to complain but here I was complaining and doing it out loud too. Lia sighed softly while Matt slowly turned his gaze towards me. It reminded me of Jesse, causing me to shiver in fear. I tried to scoot away but we were in a truck so there was nowhere for me to move! “What, it’s true!” I defended. Matt pinched the bridge of his nose. “This was never supposed to be a fun road trip, Rain. The point of this road trip isn’t to travel but rather to find this coven that has become elusive!”