The Rejected Mate Naomi Jordan Novels & Stories

Maryn blurted out angrily but she was sad, her voice turned into low volume. Andrew, Matrix could say nothing. They knew that she was saying the truth and it was not fair to her at all. But what could they do when Adolf was strict with his decision... Seeing Adolf stay quiet and Maryn look at Adolf as if she was waiting for him to say something, Matrix contended, "Then why don't you don't accept the rejection? Moon Goddess has chosen you for him, why would you give him up for...."

“ That single word cut like a blade. Damon’s eyes held mine; sharp and merciless. My breath hitches and my father’s hand got tighter on mine, my eye bubbled with tears as I stared at him. The whole community gasped, I could hear murmurs and whispers. “I Alpha Damon, reject you Ava as my mate, as my Luna and as my anything.” He announced, his tone harsh and unwelcoming. “You are fragile, you are weak. A Luna should command fear and not pity, you are not worth being glanced at.” His voice was venom. It was filled with regret and unfamiliar emotions. My chest shattered like glass and I could feel the pain radiating through my body.

"In that case, I accept your proposal. On one condition." "What is it?" "When this is all over, if you wish to leave, I will not stop you," Marcus said gently. "I want a mate who comes to me willingly, not one bound by a promise of revenge." I looked at this man. He was the complete opposite of Adrian. Mature, steady, and respectful of my choices. "Deal," I said, holding out my hand. Marcus took it, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my knuckles. "Then, as of today, Elena Astoria-Whitehawk, I am your intended mate."

"I will talk with Jordan now and then we will leave here together, okay?" "Okay." I leave to Jordan's office, he is patiently waiting for me to come since his eyes are plastered on the door. "Would you finally tell me what happened to this lady that you brought here?" He demands. "She was rejected by her mate. When she was broken, she kind of wolfed out and hurt her mate. She was punished and thrown into the dungeon, that's why she has so many bruises on her body." I explain. "Who was the mate that rejected her, if I may ask?"

"Selene is my mate." The world seemed to screech to a halt as Jackson's mind raced to catch up with the bombshell Alexander had just laid at his feet. He could feel the blood draining from his face, his heart constricting painfully in his chest. Selene. His mate. The girl he had rejected, humiliated, and treated like dirt for years. How could she possibly be Alexander Kane's fated mate? Tiffany snorted louder, flashing her eyes in annoyance. "That thing?" she spat, her voice dripping with derision. "You must be joking. She is weak and a maid and hardly takes care of herself. There is just no way any Selene could be your mate."

He paused, briefly locked eyes with her through the mirror and went on to adjust the necktie. “But if it makes you feel better; You are not my mate and never will be. And if by the slightest chance, which is next to impossible in this case, you happen to be one then I, Jordan Westhund, reject you, Selly as my mate and server whatever bonds exist between us.”

The rejected mate who came back with the Alpha’s heir. Damon walks ahead, silent. His power fills the space like smoke. “This isn’t necessary,” I say coldly. “You need safety.” “I need space.” He stops at the base of the grand staircase, turning to face me. “You’ll have privacy. Not freedom.” “Then you haven’t changed at all.” His jaw tightens. “Rhea will meet us upstairs for the next treatment.” “I said I can handle it myself.” “You’re not a healer.” “I’m her mother.”

Failed. Miriam Blackthorn stood in the corridor. Her eyes moved—streamers, the arrangement of us, Rhys's hand still holding mine. Her arms folded. I let go of his hand. Dropped my head. "What is going on in here?" Rhys reached over and took my hand back. I looked at him. He didn't look at me. He looked at his mother. "Mara is our mate, Mom." Quiet. Miriam looked at me for a long moment. Not at her sons. At me. Her expression stayed warm, nearly perfect, the kind of smile that cost nothing because it meant nothing.

Theon rushed out of the office to the elevators to go find her, Peter following behind him to make sure nothing bad happened. At that same moment Naomi was stood in the lobby of her office building having massive regrets over her earlier confidence. No, no, no, she thought this cannot be happening. Taking deep breaths, she stumbled over to the sofa by the reception desk. I cannot be feeling this. The mate bond was broken by the rejection so why is Artemis screaming mate in my head and my senses going haywire? The mate bond was like an imaginary string holding together the hearts and souls of the two fated people and the rejection was meant to shred it beyond repair and the two people involve

“Stop it, Jordan.” “Come on. You’re unmated. I’m unmated. We’re both lonely. If we’re still without a mate when we’re like forty, we should agree to mating.” “And then have to deal with that kind of rejection as well when your true mate suddenly makes an appearance? No, thanks.” “As well?” Jordan asked. “What other rejection have you had to deal with?” “Huh?” “You just said you’d have to deal with that kind of rejection as well. I’m just curious who else has rejected you? Or what have you been rejected for?”