Sacred Reject Novels & Stories

I frown and say, “But if I don’t accept him, then I won’t be able to break the last seal.” Hecate tells me, “What Clarissa means is that you let him mark you and then you can reject them all if you want. It’s the best we could do. Allow yourself to reject them if you don’t want to continue with them.” “But wasn’t it an unbreakable and sacred bond between a mate? So, what if someone rejects their mate? They both die?” Artemis looks at me and says, “In this case, you can get your way with it, but they can’t. That means that, if you decide to reject someone, you will be fine, but he will die.”

On the other end of the line, Samantha Sterling smiled slowly, staring out at the Miami skyline from her office window, watching the Walker Group tower catch the first faint rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds. "Good," she said quietly. "Everything connects eventually. Send me what you have." Somewhere in that gray morning light, three separate storms — Chloe's past, Samantha's revenge, and a marriage built on lies — were slowly, inevitably, beginning to merge into one.

I glare up at Levi Crosswalk, hatred tightening every muscle in my face. "I reject you, Levi Crosswalk, and I will never be your mate—in this life or the next!" I spit, venom dripping from every word. His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists. "And I reject you, Anastasia Purrey. I hereby break the mate bond between us. You’re free to prostitute yourself wherever you choose." His words are cold, cruel, deliberate. The insult lands like a slap. I raise my hand—rage burning in my veins—but he catches it midair and yanks me close. Too close. I can feel his breath against my cheek.

Six months into my grim bone cancer diagnosis, the doctor urged me to get hospitalized before it was too late. Broke and out of options, I dialed Morgan Kramer one final time. What answered me was her 100th rejection. Despairing, I gripped the diagnosis papers and shuffled alone to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I said to the clerk. He froze. "You're dealing with something heavy? Where is your family?"

Perseus POV "The rejection ritual only works when the auras are not in the process of balancing. It was given to us as a way of protecting our loved ones so that the weaker person could continue, and when that's the case, no one loses out, because the lower ranking usually moves up a level. It's something given to us by the Moon Goddess, a way of making up for the one who was rejected... But when it's used in the wrong way, then our spiritual counterparts suffer! We can even lose our wolves!" Achilles continued his lecture and I smiled sheepishly; this was one of the few times I was grateful that he had paid attention to all his lessons, including those with my father. "Sophia knew about the

“Just let me go. If my presence bothers you, then we can avoid each other.” “I despise women— every last one of them. And that includes you,” Sacred hissed, his voice laced with pure contempt. “My brothers drag pigs into this house, and you… you and that wretched Kirsten poison the very air we breathe.” Her hand flew before she could stop herself, striking his cheek with a sharp crack. “You’re insane, Sacred. We’ve done nothing to you to deserve this—” Her voice caught again. Not because of his grip this time, but because of what he did next.

"He just slapped Tracy across the face. She went to his office to tell him the Seer scheduled the rejection ritual for Friday. But Chandler refused. He told her the ritual is completely canceled. He is trying to keep her trapped here forever." Hearing this news, Elder Thomas looked deeply disturbed. His bushy eyebrows pulled together in anger. "He cannot cancel a date set by the Pack Seer," Thomas said, his voice turning hard and serious. "The rejection ritual is a sacred religious event. It is not just a political contract. It is a direct petition to the Moon Goddess." "But he is the Alpha," Sarah sobbed. "He controls the guards. He controls everything." Leaning forward, the Elder placed a

"Go on then. Take care of yourself." Alpha Ethan, or rather just Ethan now, walked out. We went before the Sacred Stone and completed the rejection ritual. "I, Maya Ortega, reject you, Ethan Warner, as my mate." As the vow was spoken, the excruciating pain of the bond rejection washed over me. However, I gritted my teeth and didn't utter a sound. Ethan, on the other hand, turned deathly pale and staggered several steps. "Deep down, I never truly thought it would come to this between us, Maya," he suddenly said.

I begged in my heart. “Do it before I throw you out again!” He barked at me. He had made up his mind and he wasn’t going back on it. Never for once did I think that my father could be the reason my mate rejected me but it has happened because ropes of fate strung me with my Father’s sworn enemy. I clenched my fist and closed my eyes. “I, Sarah Abraham, accept your rejection.” I screamed as I felt a strong force push me out of the window.