You Rejected A Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

The pain was unbearable, sharp, tearing, as if something vital was being ripped away from my soul. Gasps echoed through the clearing. Rejection was rare. Public rejection was almost unheard of. I fell to my knees, the earth cold beneath my palms as tears blurred my vision. My wolf whimpered, retreating deep inside me, wounded and confused. Kael didn’t look at me. Not once. “She is unfit to stand beside an Alpha,” he said, his gaze fixed forward. “The Nightfang Pack cannot afford weakness.” Weakness. The word sliced deeper than the bond’s agony.

You're too much of everything I don't want. The pain of the rejected bond began to tear at my chest. It was as if a thousand needles were piercing my heart at the same time. My wolf cringed, whimpering in pain, feeling the contempt of her other half. "I, Jackson of Silver Moon," he shouted, raising his hand to the full moon, "reject Darlene as my mate and as Moon of this pack! I would rather live without a mate than spend eternity by your side!" The impact of his words knocked me to my knees. The emerald dress, my silk armor, caught on the wood of the platform, tearing. I heard the fabric rip, a sound that perfectly mimicked what was happening to my soul.

“You must know something about Sage - she's a Silver wolf. The special deadly wolf. It's been in her since birth but I got rid of it many months ago. Almost one year ago.” “You cannot get rid of a Silver wolf.” “That's not what I mean, old man—” I heaved a sigh. “What I'm trying to say is that the wolf was shut up many months - almost a year ago. I suppressed it so much that it had almost nothing left.” “Oh. I see.” “I'm sure—” I began. “I'm more than sure we can come up with something - something new, unlike the last time. This way, we can bring Silver back to life and she would be seen as the forbidden fruit that she is. What do you say?”

Caomh flinched violently as the finality of the words settled over us, completing the ritual. "Furthermore," I continued, turning my back on him entirely. I looked out at the vast sea of faces. People I had grown up with. People I had healed in the infirmary when they were wounded. Most of them wouldn't even meet my eyes now. "I reject the Silver Moon Pack. You are no longer my family. I will not bleed for an Alpha who thinks with his ego instead of his head." "You can't do that!" an elder shouted from the back rows, his face purple with outrage. "You will be a rogue! You will die out there!"

The news agitated the warriors around me, their wolves snarling just beneath the surface. "The Rogue Pack is the most savage! Those rogues have no humanity! The wolves we sent for past alliances were tortured to death within three years." "Their mate bonds were forcibly torn, an unimaginable agony!" This was exactly what happened in my past life. Adrian had unhesitatingly used me as a bargaining chip. So this time, I wasn't panicked. Instead, I was the one calming them. "Don't worry. I have the silver wolf bloodline. I'll be fine."

I was not going to give it now, in front of three hundred witnesses, to the man who had just decided the gold in his eyes was less important than his pack politics. "I, Seraphina Voss, accept your rejection, Alpha Caelum Draven." My voice did not shake. That cost more than the pain did. The room exhaled. All at once, three hundred wolves breathed out like they had been holding it since he spoke. Someone behind me made a small sound, something between a gasp and a word that did not finish itself. I did not turn to see who it was. I was watching the space between us.

The words to accepting or rejecting mates have always been sacred to us werewolves, having the power to be a dream come true or a nightmare. The words I've spoken have initiated the rejection, but because I'm mated to an Alpha, the rejection can only be complete when he rejects me too. Coren is still the one with the final say here. "I, Coren Silver, Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack, reject your rejection, Destiny Willows." A sharp feeling of pain stabs through my spine and my head snaps up to find Coren glaring at me, his once brown eyes swirling with gold as a fierce look of stubbornness rests on his face.

Now she was strong, standing tall, and I was the one crumbling. Stop her, scumbag, my wolf growled in my head, his voice a fierce snarl that rattled my thoughts. He was right—I was a scumbag for letting it get this far, for not fighting for her sooner. But my mouth stayed sealed, lips pressed tight as if glued shut. Why couldn't I speak? Fear, maybe, or the shock of hearing her say those words out loud. My wolf paced angrily inside me, urging me to act, to claim her before it was too late. Mate, he reminded me again, the bond pulling at my core like a rope tightening. I'd felt it so strongly driving here, but now it twisted into something painful, a reminder of what I stood to lose. Ashley's

I forcefully pushed him away and ran out of the storage room. Kevin’s POV "That's fine, Kevin. I, Ariana Moore, hereby reject becoming your second mate." At that moment, I felt like my entire body was frozen. Oh, no, Kevin, you've been rejected. Eric jumped out, and in the silent minutes that followed, he burst into laughter. Hahaha, Kevin, although I'm feeling quite uncomfortable too, I have to say, our mate is really something. She's the first she-wolf to reject you. The werewolves of the Blood Moon pack all consider you the most charming alpha, but I have to admit, sometimes you're just too arrogant. Look, now you've been rejected.

This was the person I lost my virginity to. He stood majestically and was bigger than the other black wolf, his black fur gleaming under the moonlight. I felt a magnetic pull that made me want nothing more than to run into his arms and embrace him. But I was terrified because my first mate had rejected me, and from the dominance that radiated from the wolf, I couldn’t imagine the outcome being any different from that of my previous mate. Our eyes were unblinking as we stared at each other. Would this… No. Even though he had marked me, I had a feeling he would reject me. I broke eye contact and turned away from him.