Returning To My Rejected Mate Novels & Stories

I stopped in the middle of the dark forest path, completely still. A strange ache pulsed through my chest. He felt it. Even after the rejection… even after the bond had been broken, some instinct deep inside me knew Kael could still feel me leaving. The connection between mates didn’t disappear instantly. It lingered. Reached. Held on long after it was supposed to end. Somewhere back in that study, he was awake. And he knew I was walking away. I closed my eyes briefly, forcing down the pain threatening to rise again.

He continued pleading, holding my hand even tighter. I pulled my hand away from his and looked towards the ground. “Repeat the words you said to me when you rejected me?” “What? That isn't necessary.” He said, looking surprised. “Just say it.” He hesitated for a while, then cleared his throat. “I reject you as my mate.” “And I, Maria of Veilwood pack, accept your rejection.” His eyes widened and he clutched his chest. “Why would you do that?” He stammered as he spoke in a laboured manner.

The latter had a hand clutching his chest, obviously feeling some discomfort there but she knew the pain he was feeling was only half of hers. "Reject... me," she managed to say. He had to otherwise her efforts would be nothing. She would suffer this pain for nothing because if the other fated mate refuses to accept the rejection and also reject the initiator, then the mate bond will return to how it was, like there was never any strain or prick on it. "Hurry!" she managed to say while retreating.

I knew he would be disappointed I hadn’t given the mate bond a chance. That’s when the memory hit me full force. I hadn’t given the mate bond a chance. I had rejected them! Fuck! I had never wanted to accept the mate bond, but the reality of rejecting them hit me like a freight train. There were consequences for rejecting a mate. And I had gone and done it out of anger and embarrassment, totally unprepared to face those consequences.

The weight of the girl's rejection as his Mate pressed down upon him, a bitter pill to swallow. "I reject you as my Mate," she declared, her words piercing the silence. Adam's gaze dropped to his feet, a mix of sadness and resignation etched upon his face. The pain of the rejection seared through his heart, but he knew that accepting it was the only path forward. His voice steady, Adam replied, "I accept the rejection." It was a solemn affirmation, an acknowledgment of the love that would forever remain unfulfilled. The girl's smile, though tinged with a touch of sadness, spoke volumes of her gratitude for his understanding.

I stared at it a moment too long. He smiled, just a little. But even so small it was enough to tell me two things—a, his mating bond was strong and solid, b, I would never have that because as I stared at him with sweat dotting my forehead, and pain coursing through my veins and bone marrow, I wouldn’t know that feeling. My mate rejected me. “Didn’t think you’d show,” he said as his green eyes grew smaller with a deepening smile. I snorted. “Didn’t realize you were back to loitering in elder’s halls. How’s mate life treating you?” Not that I needed an answer.

“Mia, I'm so fucking jealous of you. No boy trouble.” I let out a dry chuckle, but it doesn’t stop there. Before I know it, the laughter turns bitter, tears burning my eyes. “Mia, what’s wrong?” Aria asks, straightening up. “You’re crying.” I shake my head, wiping at my face angrily. “I… I met my mate yesterday.” “What?” Both of them gasp, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. “It’s fucking Damon,” I whisper. “And I rejected him. But he didn’t want to accept it.”

"Rejection, though rare, it happens at times. I must warn you though, it does hurt. The unfortunate part is it hurts both of us. But the rejected feels a much stronger pain than the one rejecting. So the one who initiates the rejection has to say it in a certain way for it to work. Also, the rejected has to accept the rejection as well so that the mate bond completely snaps. There will be nothing tying the two souls together. In this case, you have to say; I, Aria Crescent De Andrade reject you, Manny Reynolds as my mate and alpha. Then I will have to say the same and only replace the word reject, with the word accept. "

My mother crossed her legs elegantly, while my father stood with his arms crossed, waiting expectantly. “Lyra isn’t what you think,” I began, keeping my voice steady. “She was wrongly accused, expelled from her pack without any proof. I… I couldn’t just turn a blind eye to that.” “And what does that have to do with you, Mikail?” my mother asked, with that sharp tone she used when something bothered her. I swallowed hard, feeling the truth churn in my throat. “She… was also my mate. I rejected her.” There was a brief silence. My parents exchanged a look that said more than anyone could have said.

Just like I'm his. His Rejected Mate. His Rejected Love.