Werewolf Rejected Mate Books Novels & Stories

“I think it would make her more vulnerable to their attacks, dear. I don’t think there’s anything they can do to make her switch back into a human or a werewolf. But being rejected by your mate, as you know, will make you vulnerable to more pain than normal.” “But—” Everly began, taking a deep breath, “everyone keeps telling me that Jack’s not my true mate, that Slate is.” Grandma Genevieve’s eyes widened, as did Alyson’s. “Who is everyone?” Grandma Genevieve wanted to know. “Yes, who is everyone?” Alyson asked as well. Everly took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Well, first it was Margot, and then it was my mom, and of course, Slate himself. So… could it be that if Slate rejects me,

I understood that was our first and last touch. "Since you put it that way, then I, Zoe Ernest, the werewolf of the Nightwalker Pack, reject you, Norton Tate, the alpha of Herman, as my mate!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, tears streaming down my face. Rather than waiting to be rejected by him, I chose to reject him. Although my heart was on the verge of breaking, I knew refusing him was the right decision.

How can she be his mate? Last I checked, I didn’t reject her, and she didn’t reject me either. She wouldn’t even dare because I know she fucking wanted me. I saw it in her eyes each time I made her look while I took another lady. She wanted me then, just as much as I want her now. Even if she had rejected me, the rejection would have been revoked if I didn’t accept it. Some werewolves indeed have two mates. Cases like this are very rare and only happen once in a century, but it is impossible for an omega like Esme. Something isn’t right. What sort of game were they playing?

Why do I have to share my non-existent sexual life with him? "No," I reply and bite my lip. I think my cheeks are now cherry red because of embarrassment. "I see. Female werewolves experience heat waves when they meet there mates because they want to mate. Those are the demands of the body and you can't control them. They can come at anytime and sometimes they can be really strong. The good news is, the cure is very easy. You just have to mate with him," he tells me. Easy? He thinks that is easy? Well, my mate's is literally in a different world from mine! Why do these damn heat waves just come at such a wrong time?

There are rocks scattered around, all with their own unique shape. I draw my eyes back to Ares, tilting my head as I study him.He looks focused on cleaning his wound. I did not realize that I had swam close to him, close enough to touch his skin if I reached out. "Why have you not rejected me?" The words slip past my lips before I could stop them. I was no fool to know that wolves tend to reject their mates if they are not pleased with who they are fated with. So why had Ares not rejected me knowing that I have killed countless of his kind?

I asked "Not really, it's like a case. Sometimes it is the mate who betrays, and the wolfman will automatically reject the eye and then look for another mate. Sometimes they have had enough of one mate in their lifetime, and they never get old, by the way." "Hahaha, they sound like they have a relationship like humans," I scoffed; suddenly, Grisella rebuked me. Maria said I shouldn't make fun of me on werewolf related things. Someone could have heard it. I was still chuckling at Maria's expression, which poked her mouth in annoyance. My eyes shifted to the title of the novel he was reading, "Roses"—the title I had compiled with Delon. Even the title of my book itself makes me reminisce about

I answered and frowned. He kissed my forehead. "Some werewolves, when they met their mates, some of them rejected their mates because they couldn't accept meeting or being with them. Or rather, they just don't want to have mates yet or they are disgusted. So, I'm warning you, Rachelle, whatever running in your mind feels to reject that Alpha boy, quit it in your mind. I am not going to allow you." I was left speechless. Damn! How did he know that I was planning to? Great! Now that he warned me, how could I not meet my mate?

"But Ember, this is embarrassing for the pack. What if the Vampire Prince finds out someone is wearing a replica of his mate's necklace? The consequences would be dire." She paused, then covered her mouth dramatically. "Wait… unless you’re her? The mysterious mate the Vampire Prince keeps under such heavy guard?" The crowd erupted in laughter. "Hahaha! Ember? The Prince's mate?" "A rejected stray wolf?" "Vampires are obsessed with bloodlines. They'd never choose a werewolf." "Especially not a traitor who abandoned her pack!" Brielle dangled the necklace, her eyes dripping with contempt.

His face was hidden from my view but I could tell just how much this whole situation amused him. Give in? To the son of the man who destroyed my family? Never! I would fight this with my last breath. Why did the moon goddess do this to me? To punish me? Or to punish him? A voice whispered, a plan quickly forming in my head. I had heard stories of how rejection affected werewolves. The stronger the bond, the more the effect. A werewolf rejected when he first meets his mate might just lose his wolf, but for a person who loses his mate after forming a strong bond, death is inevitable.

Rejection. The very word every werewolf was afraid of. It was like a taboo, that which must not be named. It was unheard of that a werewolf would reject his or her mate. A mate was the gift the goddess bestowed upon us; they were our friend, partner, and soulmate for a long time, just as the name implies. But sometimes, the goddess is not always right and may pair people who aren't compatible together. In that instance, rejection was a given.