Novel & Cerita Werewolf Rejected Mate Books

A woman walked in, with no clothes on, with her boobs pointing as she cat walked to where he was, I could already see bite marks on her boobs. "That I rejected you as my mate doesn't mean I would not make you suffer.."he said as he dragged her closer to him, and kissed her, she purred like an excited kitten leaning into him, placing his hands on her boobs she moaned heavily as he squeezed them. A sharp pain hit me so hard, my heart shattering into a million pieces, I couldn't believe my eyes. "I..I would leave.." I said as I made it to go. I couldn't stand seeing my mate with another woman, the thought alone made my heart bleed. Mia was very sad and down, she was very pained "Are you daft? D

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.

To waste into its nothingness before the date of my mating. Only one thing made me want to wake up another day. It was the mystery of the Keffer. Shade. The girl whose very skin mirrored my soul. Whose existence held a shallow promise I was determined to keep. "We can not fail the treaty." Mother continued. I knew of the agreement. After Criston the Cruel, every Night Wolf that had not been mated by his 25th birthday would be arranged to be mated. Normal wolves usually found their mates days or months after their eighteenth birthday. If one had to wait for two to three years it was considered long and unlucky yet not completely unheard of.

“I am not scared of death. Living with the pack, I have seen more people die than any of the doctors in the world. Why do you think my parents sent me this far to study? Living in the pack might bring unity, but it also lures enemies.” At least you have a pack. “Anyway, let’s leave this serious topic aside and go back to the talk most important at hand. Liam.” “I don’t understand you Zay, we are werewolves. We don’t love, we mate. It’s destined for us. So it’s completely useless for one to try and be in a relationship with someone and not end up being each other’s mate. It waste of all the feelings you invest in that person. You are writing your own story of a tragic and heartbreaking ending

He looks hot doing that even though he’s angry. “I trust you, believe me, but please Akira, I want to take chances. Let’s be real. If I became a werewolf like you, I will have the chance to become your mate. If not, you can reject your mate and we’ll find out if I’ll become your mate instead of her,” I explained, hoping that he will agree. I also only read that werewolves can reject their mates from a fictional book. Now I’m thinking that maybe the one who introduced werewolves into literature must be a werewolf too. Because everything about them that we thought was fiction is actually real. “I don’t want to ruin your sister’s trust,” he replied in a soft voice.

Mate? I was gonna be his mate. Based on the books I read, mates are a werewolf's partners. I bit my lower lip, examining his features; he was like a fictional character in the books I have read and I was gonna be his leading lady like oh my God. I mean if I was gonna be a werewolf, then I would be glad to be his mate. His manly aura was looking so good. I sniffed. He also has a good scent. I guessed it wasn't a bad idea to be his mate if I really have no choice.

"This one?" "Yes." I thanked him and collected the book from him, moving back towards my table as I flipped across the dusty pages rapidly. After a moment, I stopped at a section and read through the content while Ray hovered over my shoulder, all the while. The book I had collected was a history of the wolf culture and traditions, and I was carefully reading through the information about wolves and their mates. According to the book, every wolf could only be mated once in their lifetime. Always to a fellow werewolf, so humans were out of the question. Also, denying your mate was based on the goddess's decision. If she didn't approve, the bond between both wolves would remain.

They even went home together and they seem so close with each other. I was just angry especially my wolf to see her with another guy, that's all. Because all I wanted to do is to protect what's mine! But what did I get in return? Her fucking rejection. So this is what the other werewolves felt when they were rejected by their mates. It is indeed the shittest kind of pain. And the worst thing is that if your mate will reject you, you will not be able to do anything about it, you just have to accept it, and that's that.

“More trauma. Just what I needed.” I tossed that book aside and flipped through Ethics of Fated Mates: Bonded or Bound?, Cray’s Werewolf Anatomy, and Principles of Lycanthropic Health. My head began to ache and my eyes were swimming. But I kept at it, and finally found a section in the third book that helped me. In cases of bond rejection between fated mates, intense physical and psychological trauma is to be expected. Prognosis is often poor. Contrary to popular belief, the effects of rejection are not identical amongst all werewolves: the wolfless and those with weak wolves tend to suffer the most.

Black fur and smoke surrounded him, his bones forming a wolf shape that is not physical; its form now resembles a Wraith Apex. A spectral wolf with streaks of Lunar silver that burns through its shadow. His paws did not even fully touch the ground, just like gravity; his moves became optional. Every instinct in me was screaming, “SUBMIT TO HIM OR DIE”. But I am a Luna-blooded. I am also, and Alpha and Alphas don’t bow. I won’t bow, not even for my mate. Even if he carries gods, he is still my Sebastian, my second-chance mate. He stares at the moon goddess as if she were prey to him.