Sacred Reject Novels & Stories

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.

he smirks at her. She looks at him with disbelief she mumbles “how could you” she tries to catch her breath he's her mate. Why did he do that, how he rejected her then call her a queen of the pirates’ devil and without thinking she says in a calm voice “And I Daniella Maynard reject your rejection King of Narcissism.” She hated that he has done what everybody else did that's why she rejects his rejection even though he already kills her inside.

I held my head in my hands, trying to suppress a moan. “It’s a surprise your mate is able to function with his chakras out of alignment and all concentrated in one place,” she said. “Inflating the apparatus are magical strains from Hell, the Norse, and the Greeks. This malevolent form is both wearing down the integrity of your mate’s soul and creating a form of explosive powerful enough to tear down any ward.” “Shit.” I slumped forward. “Every time I come near, he bursts into flame—” “Miss Aibek,” she said, her voice sharp.

He asked again, his voice dangerously low. "Yes, but I couldn't control-" he cut me off by pushing me against a wall and grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him. "Do you know the sanction for what you have done?!" He growled his grip on my chin moving to my neck. I shut my eyes tightly. I knew what was coming, the capital punishment. Life of pack members is considered sacred. Throughout all packs, it's considered a natural law. No one has the right to take the life of a fellow pack member. So when you do, you're gifted with the ultimate punishment, a death sentence.

"Rejection, though rare, it happens at times. I must warn you though, it does hurt. The unfortunate part is it hurts both of us. But the rejected feels a much stronger pain than the one rejecting. So the one who initiates the rejection has to say it in a certain way for it to work. Also, the rejected has to accept the rejection as well so that the mate bond completely snaps. There will be nothing tying the two souls together. In this case, you have to say; I, Aria Crescent De Andrade reject you, Manny Reynolds as my mate and alpha. Then I will have to say the same and only replace the word reject, with the word accept. "

Now they both just gave me heartburn. “Why now?” Trick dropped his hand. “Because, our mate bond can’t continue to survive while we are separated. Any longer and we’ll go into rejection.” I stiffened. “You’re familiar with the concept. It really is as painful as they say it is. I’ve watched men, vampire and werewolf, who’ve survived the most gruesome battles in war be ripped apart by rejection.” My heartbeat began to pick up. Rejection was rare. Most did not dare defy the fates, but for those who did, they did so at the risk of their souls. During rejection, the fates reclaimed the soul, leaving behind a shell devoid of feeling and emotion.