Novel & Cerita Sacred Reject

Almost. "I reject you."

he indicates. “What does that mean?” I ask him. “For a rejection to be reversed first and foremost the Moon Goddess must approve. It is not enough to say oops sorry,” he offers. “Okay so what do we do?” I ask again. “The main way someone can retract a rejection is if one of the mates dies,” he says in a rush.

Approval spread like an infection. Elara stared at the place where the silver thread had vanished. Her own rejection had not done that. No thread. No snap. No clean ending. Only flickering lights and silence that refused to settle. Sella’s words from the old book whispered through her mind. The Moon Recoil. A sacred rite refusing the meaning wolves forced onto it. Cassian straightened slowly. For one moment, his gaze shifted across the courtyard, and somehow, impossibly, it found Elara.

that had withered the Leviathan-bone. "You can't just break the stones, Darlene," the Oracle’s voice spoke—not from my side, but from the amber-eyed crow perched on my shoulder. "The squares are anchored in their memories. To destroy the altar, you have to heal the Rejection-Reflex. You have to show them that being 'Too Much' is the only thing that will keep them alive in the Fourteenth Cycle". I walked toward the obsidian platform. As I approached, the villagers recoiled, a collective gasp of terror rippling through the crowd.

Lucian laughed as I pulled Cillian back into line next to Kurt and me. “He’s right, however. There is no way I will ever mate anyone who isn’t my fated mate. In Bloodmoon, the bond is sacred. We only reject our mates if they are abusive.” I shook my head. “So I’m not rejecting Persephone, and I’m certainly not going to take my cousin as a mate, you inbred trailer trash Alpha.”

Inside the pack house, there were rooms designated for ceremonies and other departments that made up the Crimson Crescent Pack. Today, the room filled with lycans and werewolves was the Rejection Ceremony Hall, where requests for rejection within the pack were held. On the list was Amelia’s rejection request—this ceremony wouldn’t have been necessary if only Lucas had accepted what she wanted. When two Lycans or werewolves wish to separate or to sever the bond between them, both parties must agree to the rejection. If one does not consent, they can submit a rejection request to be reviewed by the council within the pack.

But despite that, he too uttered the words and rejected the sacred bond between us. “What the hell?” Ryan exclaims, moving to the side slightly to eye the two of us. He takes in both of our rigid postures, our hearts beating erratically, now in tune with each others’. His eyes light with understanding, his lips curving down for a moment before his brows knit in confusion. “You both rejected the bond?” he asks in surprise, and I honestly can’t blame him. Although the mate bond is considered sacred, there are some that reject it, but not many. “Yes,” I breathe, letting my mouth move on autopilot still, not wanting to second guess my decision.

She squeezed her hold on the Mate Rejection Scroll she already signed, her voice cold and firm. "Declan Jordan," she said "I reject you as my Alpha Mate."

JASMINE BROOKE "Anyone that doesn't want to ally with us, kill them all. It doesn't matter who they are" I ordered some of the rogues who were chosen to attack the remaining packs. Why do you think I ended up this way? Hot-tempered, brutal, independent and Fearless. Yes, I had to adjust to life to survive. The world doesn't like weakness, it's an actual disaster. Weakness is a disease that devours your every flesh, and sips your every last breath until you become lifeless and useless. I could take in any feeling, humiliation and pain, but definitely not rejection. It is the most brutal form of wickedness and punishment. No one deserves to be rejected, nothing, not even an animal. I was rejec