Sacred Reject Novels & Stories

David pov Elder Barron’s eyes were wide and red with anger. I could see that he was shaking and trembling with rage. He pointed his index finger at me accusingly. “You are a freak, a curse and a bad omen. You have always been a disgrace to this pack and your family. I reject you as the alpha of this pack.” He screamed at the top of his voice. Hailey snickered and stood up. “I, Hailey Spencer, reject David Barton as my mate.” She said and smiled at Cade, who quickly put his arm around her waist.

One of his calloused hands trail down her face, causing tingles and goosebumps to form on her face due to his touch but it's gone as fast as she felt it. She was brought out of her trance by hearing him say the words she dreaded the most her entire life. "I Damien Blackwood, the future Alpha of Midnight Moon Pack, Reject you Serenity Martins as my mate and future Luna." It was as if her whole world had crumpled before her eyes and her wolf, Selena kept whimpering inside her head. Tears welled up in her eyes but she kept them at bay for the time period and willed herself to be strong. "I Serenity Martins accept your rejection as your mate and future Luna of The Midnight Moon pack."

“Neither did I.” Before Aiden could respond, James returned, holding an old, tattered book. “I found something,” he said, his voice urgent. “There’s a section here about the ‘sacred marks.’ It says they appear when an ancient bond is disturbed, usually a bond that was never meant to be broken.” “What does that mean?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. James’s eyes darted between Aiden and me, his expression grim. “It means the rejection didn’t sever the bond. It only made it stronger.”

“No, you did everything right.” “Then what if I reject him again?” I ask. “Do I just... say it again?” Dev nods, still focused on Nathan like he might lunge again. So I square my shoulders and do it. “I, Nyx Laurent, reject you, Nathan Swift, Alpha of the Moon Goddess Pack, as my mate.” Nathan drops to his knees like I just stabbed him. He clutches his chest, sobbing through gritted teeth. “I accept your rejection,” he gasps out, broken and wrecked.

Caomh demanded, his voice suddenly tight with panic. I didn't answer him. I threw the jacket onto the floor. It landed right in the puddle of spilled rosehip tea, the dark, sweet liquid soaking rapidly into the silver crest, staining it brown. Loud gasps echoed all around me. Disrespecting the pack colors was a massive, unforgivable offense. "I, Meghann Clemmie Nelson," I said, my voice ringing clear and strong over the crowd, "accept your rejection." Caomh flinched violently as the finality of the words settled over us, completing the ritual.

The rejection is only supposed to happen on the lunar eclipse night, how did they reject her then. "Hold on Duncan, something isn't right." I voiced out. "What is it?" He asked. "The healer clearly said we can only reject her on the night of the lunar eclipse, how did you reject her then?" I explained. "Tonight is the lunar eclipse Ducalion, have you checked the moon today?" He replied and I shook my head. I haven't checked the moon today, I was too caught up in my thoughts to think about anything else. "You need to see her while we were rejecting her Ducalion. She was screaming in pain and then when we finished, there was this light that appeared from the sky."

There is no way out of this, not that I can think of under this pressure, anyway. “Tatum, I don’t know much about second chance mates, but I know that rejection leads to death.” “What!?” Her eyes widen in fear. “We die if we don’t accept the bond?” “We don’t have to accept it, but whoever gets rejected dies.” I say with a wince. “Our souls can only handle one rejection. The second would leave us with too little of a soul to live with.” Her eyes brows shoot out and her mouth parts in shock.

The truth stabs deep, cold and unrelenting, as she takes in the sight before her. The tears she had fought to hold back finally slip down her cheeks, a silent testament to the pain clawing at her heart. A numbing sensation spreads through her body, freezing her in place, rooting her to the spot as if trapped in a twisted nightmare. She can’t look away from him, even as he breaks away from the kiss. Even as he turns, flashing that same smile, the same charm, towards others, never sparing her a second glance. Her lips tremble against the gag, a choked sob desperate to break free. Her mate… has just rejected her. Silently. Openly. Unforgivably.

Pov: Marshall Ackerman There was so much I hated and every day I had to go through the routine of rejecting women who wanted me to be in a Jacktic relationship with them. I wondered when they were going to take the hint that I didn’t give a rat’s ass about such things and I would rather be alone than spend my time forming a futile connection with some woman just because it’s somehow better than being a lone wolf.