Sacred Reject Novels & Stories

throat. “ENOUGH!” I push my alpha aura over the entire room and everyone falls silent. My eyes flashing red as Amara pushes herself to the surface. “I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my office. Calm down or LEAVE.” I say with finality. “With pleasure” Dante says through gritted teeth never taking his eyes off his fathers. He lets go of Patrick and storms from the room. Patrick stands up straight and begins straightening his collar “my apologies Alpha major, Alpha Rahul” he says without meeting our gaze. “That was rather embarrassing. Give me some time to speak with him. I thought enough time had passed and this wouldn’t be an issue but apparently I’ve made a misjudgment. Dante’s

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.”

I closed my eyes as I inhaled the air that carried Violet's body wash. "Mate!" my wolf rang in my head. The big guy had been away for so long and had only appeared just to say mate. Another mate!. I just broke the bond with Violet and the moon goddess didn't even let me rest before dashing another mate into my life. But was it possible?. Second chance mates were a thing, a very rare thing. What are the chances of it happening to me? Or did I get it all wrong. There was no second chance mate!. My mate remained the same. That explained the sparks, the feeling of wanting to be close to her, of wanting to touch her, of....wait!, Didn't I reject her. She clearly accepted the rejection before me.

he shrugged. "Okay, fine, since you are afraid of fighting since you want your life, it's okay, Sophia takes him to your pack, he is the heir and I'm a slave, I'm nothing, I've always been nothing but a rejected soul to everyone, but today, I can't reject them, I'm going back to fight!" I gritted and shifted immediately.

He called out people to watch what was about to happen. "People already know you're my mate, Renee. I wasn't happy about you being my mate. I mean, who would want you? You're trash." He chuckled and looked me in the eyes. I looked at him blankly. He kept on going. "You're worthless, useless, weak, ugly, and a sorry excuse of a mate. So I'm doing this for my own good. I, Blake Klein, the alpha of Silver Crescent Moon pack, reject Renee Smith as my mate." He smirked bigger and everyone who was watching mocked and laughed at me.

As she turned to face me under the bright moon overhead, I began speaking, my voice unrecognizable to me, "I, Nikolas Reign, son and heir of Alpha Zion of the Forest Moon, reject you, Sara James, as my mate." She didn't hesitate to reply as a tear raced down her cheek. "I, Sara, daughter of Sebastian James, accept your rejection." Her reply was followed by a sharp, wrenching pain cutting through my heart. She bent over, clutching her chest as I did the same. A thick cloud covered the full moon, bathing all three of us in the darkness of the woods.

I wasn't the type to party and getting ready for one was exhausting. "It is an emergency because all the men from the court will be there! Imagine finding your mate during the ceremony. So romantic" Racheal said, dancing. How could I tell her that finding your mate isn't all that? Is she aware of what rejection felt like? Alpha's Rex words rang in my ears. Even though he said he hated the very sight of me, he had taken advantage of me… For my body. /And it felt….Good to be in his arms…/ Maya cooed

I called Aldric to my study that evening, my decision made, or so I told myself, with the same cold clarity I brought to any political calculation that required decisive action. “I want the wedding called off,” I said, before he’d even fully settled into the chair across from my desk. Aldric’s expression shifted from mild surprise to something closer to alarm. “Called off entirely, Alpha? The invitations have already gone out to every territory whose support we’re courting. Ashcombe would seize on a cancellation immediately, and considerably more effectively than they could have exploited a simple delay.”

With tears I refused to acknowledge, I retrieved the ancient book describing the sacred rejection ritual performed beneath the full moon and silently made the most painful decision of my life. Before closing the book, I whispered to myself, "I won't let you kill me twice."

To cling to him the way I've clung to the scraps of our marriage for three years. "I accept it gladly." I let the words hang in the air between us. "Because you were never worthy of being my mate." The pack gasps. Collective. Shocked. Sharp intakes of breath that sound like wind through trees. Defiance in a rejection ritual is unheard of. The rejected mate is supposed to submit. To accept their shame with grace. To disappear quietly into exile. I'm not disappearing quietly into anything. Elder Silas stands. His face is red. Angry. "Girl, you will show respect..."