Sacred Reject Novels & Stories

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.

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

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."

The sound of the slap echoed through the infirmary. Everyone froze. Wyatt clutched his cheek, staring at me in utter disbelief. Rory's half-shifted form went rigid. Even Valerie stopped her fake sobbing. We had known each other for ten years, been mated for seven, and weathered countless wolfish conflicts. But to strike an Alpha in front of others… this was a first. I ripped my hand from his grip and shot a venomous glare at everyone in the room. "The Rejection ceremony is in three days," I said, my voice as still as a frozen lake. "If you refuse to cooperate, I will report this directly to the Elders' Council. I'll tell them exactly how you blasphemed against the sacred mark of the Moon God

He takes the hand off of his face and places a kiss to my palm before resting it on his chest, covering it with both of his larger hands. "Really?" He asks hopefully. I give him another wide smile. Before I narrow my eyes and scowl at him, ripping my hand away from him. His brows furrow in confusion as I take a step back. "No." I say harshly and his face drops into pure sorrow. It hurts me deeply, deeper than I thought possible. The mate bond is so much stronger than I anticipated, but that only hardens my resolve. "I, Hannah Quaid, reject you Micah Grey as my mate." I yell at him. He falls to the ground in agony, clutching his chest and groaning in pain. I now know what to expect when he ac

I said. “Cool.” The High Priestess turned slightly. “A cord of red will appear between matched souls.” She paused just long enough for it to sink in. “It will bind them permanently unless both parties consent to rejection.” A beat. The amphitheater went quieter. Not because it was calm. Because people were thinking. That was worse. “Rejection,” she added, “may result in death… or irreversible fracture of the mind.” Rowan went still beside me. “Okay,” he whispered. “That’s insane.”

I was running out of time. “Silence!” I called. The chatter of the Aperture onlookers died away. I chose my words wisely. “The past criminal histories of participants have never been a consideration for eligibility for the Sacred Call.” I paused for dramatic effect. He made to take a step toward the platform. “And as concerned as we are about the serious allegations reported in the press this morning, that custom shall not start today without the explicit approval of the Council of the Alphas. That type of decision is not to be made today, but before the next Sacred Call.”

Silence, the crowd went still. Sage’s eyes snapped to mine, the first flicker of something unreadable passing over his features. I stepped back, my heart thundering in my chest. "I reject you, and I reject this pack," I continued, my hands shaking but my voice was firm. "I will never bow to you. Not now. Not ever." Sage’s jaw clenched, his body tensing. For a moment, just a moment, it almost looked like he wanted to say something. But he didn’t.