Novel & Cerita Sacred Reject

The morning sun rose over the city like a cold piece of brass, its pale yellow light cutting through the heavy gray smog but offering absolutely no warmth. Down on the trading floor of the central stock exchange, the atmosphere was a scene of absolute chaos. Hundreds of traders in crumpled blue jackets were screaming over the noise of the sirens, their hands waving frantically in the air as the massive digital display wall flashed a single, terrifying word in bright red text: HAYES GROUP LIQUIDATION.

Wolves glanced at him, then quickly looked away. Fear. They were afraid. “Enough,” Liam snapped. “Speak.” An elder stepped forward, grey hair braided with rank. “Alpha, this is the third rejection backlash we’ve seen this century. But never like this.” “What are you saying?” Liam demanded. “I’m saying,” the elder replied carefully, “that rejecting a mate with sealed power carries consequences.” Liam’s eyes flared. “She was weak.” The elder met his gaze steadily. “Was she?” The room fell silent.

The cursed, ferals, some even called them diseased and infected but from what Sage had revealed, the Rejected were not contagious. But it was mentally draining and terrifying to live with the knowledge that it could happen to anyone regardless of their ranks. I tried to get my mind of it by practicing what Dominic instructed me to do. "Slow down your breathing, reduce your aura, and stay as quiet as possible, the key is to be in as few places as possible. If you move around too much, your scent will be all over the place and you can be easily tracked." Dominic had told me and I followed the instructions down to the letter.

The pain was so much that I collapsed on the leaves, my fingers grabbed in dirt and I felt something within me, something cold and mine ~ KILLIAN~ She looked at me like I made a mistake in my choice or like the Moon hadn't made a mistake, like fate meant something and I hated it, I hated the way her eyes didn't move when I spoke or when she didn't beg. I hated the quiet way she broke when I said the words. “I reject the mate bond.” I was expecting her to cry out loud or scream but she did none. The bond should have broken when I said those words but it didn't, it bent and clung to me like a wound that refused to close. The crowd didn’t care. They roared, Cheered, Some of them laughed. The r

He stands in front of Alpha Dagon, his eyes on the floor as usual and his hand tucked into the pockets of his sweater. “Seth,” he begins calmly, but Seth could hear the edge behind it. And the silence that comes after the call of his name is long before he breaks it. “You must be aware of why I called you today,” Seth says nothing. “I won't want to waste both our time, so I'm going to go straight to the point. You and him… this bond or whatever it is—it’s poison, it's the goddess's mistake and we are going to right that mistake by breaking it. The council and I have decided to perform the ritual of a mutual rejection,”

Veronica and I do not say a word to each other until we are close to home. “I'm sorry.” She whispers. I turn to stare at her, confused. “What for?” I ask. “The rejection.” She says, her eyes looking right ahead. I am relieved that she doesn't gaze at me with sympathy, as I don't desire sympathy. “I don't know what that must have felt like.” “It wasn't pleasant, believe me.” I shake my head in an attempt to laugh off the dull pain that usually engulfs me at the memory. “However, I believe the rejection has taught me to embrace life to its fullest, regardless of the challenges we may face along the way.”

I did well according to him. When I was heading back to my room, I spotted the door of the sacred room opened, the sacred room is a room containing the stuff of mother her pictures and all. The last time I came here, I got in big trouble with my brothers, ending up with a black eye. I almost by pass it but my curiosity was just too strong, I slowly approach the room before slipping in the open gap.

“Even after breaking.” Something inside Caierre cracked. Not loudly. Just enough. “I didn’t break because I’m weak,” he said quietly. “I broke because you rejected something sacred.” Alvar stepped closer again. Too close now. Close enough for Caierre to notice the faint tension in his shoulders. The way his hands clenched, then relaxed. “Sacred doesn’t mean inevitable,” Alvar said. “I chose my pack.” “And I paid the price,” Caierre replied. Silence fell between them.

“I am not scared.” I grabbed her chin in my palm and peered into her beguiling eyes. For a second, I forgot what I was doing here. I just wanted to stare into her eyes and plant my lips on hers. “You want me to reject you, right? Come on, let’s go. The ring of Othila is in the room where you stole the eEye of Sabius. We can easily get to the temple of Scaradh, too.” The Temple of Scaradh is where two fated mates would go to reject the other. There is a ritual for rejecting one’s fated mate. It involves blood, fire, and an ancient ring, with the rune symbol for separation, imbued with the most powerful and most cruel of magic.

I growl, my chest heaving from the anger I’m feeling. How could she…. And here I was, feeling sorry for what I was about to do to her. She doesn’t deserve my pity. She was going to trap me had I been the type to want my mate. “I’m sorry, Reece! Please, don’t reject me. I’m your soulmate!” Amber pleads as tears stream down her face. “I’m sorry for this too. I, Reece Gunner, Gamma of the Central pack, reject you Amber Thompson as my mate,” I recite the rejection vow and Amber cries out.