You Rejected A Silver Wolf Novels & Stories

That is impossible. I lost Lyra, my wolf, the day Ryder marked someone else and rejected me. “From the test result, it shows your wolf is still new, so I'm guessing you're a late bloomer?” “You're kidding, right, doc?” I sputter, hyperventilating. “I'm sorry, what?” “I don't have a wolf anymore…I mean it…died.” She gasps, checking the record again, and then looks back at me. “Did you suffer a rejection?” She asks.

No one could pretend they hadn’t heard. “I, Lucien Veyrac of the Silverpine Pack, heir to the Alpha Corren, reject you, Soraya Wane, as my mate.” The last word cracked across the marble like a whip. For one fleeting instant, my wolf had felt his—raw and fierce, reaching for me. Then the bond snapped under his words. My wolf cried out, a soundless keening inside my chest, before recoiling as if struck. The burn twisted into something crueler, not just denial but rejection, a beating-down in front of the entire pack and every other pack in the area.

"Fine then. I Jason Allen Knight reject you, Karla Jade Collins, as my mate and future luna of the Siver moon pack." Once the words left his lips the most unbearable pain rushed through my body and right to my heart. My hands went right to my chest over my heart I wanted to scream to let the pain out but when I tried nothing came out. My wolf cried as well as she was suffering the pain with me. She was the first to pull herself together " We are okay. Accept the rejection so we can move on." I pulled myself together with the best that I could and looked him in the eyes "I Karla Jade Collins accept Jason Allen Knight future alpha of silver moon rejection."

It was sharp where the pain had been dull. And with it came a voice. Not her own. Ancient. Guttural. Filled with a promise of storm and blood. “MINE,” the voice within growled, not of the bond, but of the wolf. “HE WAS MINE TO TAKE. MINE TO REFUSE.” A single, warm drop fell from her nose, splattering onto the dark wood floor. It gleamed, metallic and defiant, in the dim light. Silver. The rejection was complete. The bond was dead. But in its grave, something else.

When he saw me, he tossed me a spare shirt. "I don't have anything else," he said. "I’ll have a service pick up your wet clothes." "Thank you," I began, my voice trembling. "I owe you my life, and now—" "I ordered pizza," he interrupted, his tone cold. "Eat, and once your clothes are dry, you’re leaving." I was shocked. "You want me to leave immediately?" "You're a werewolf, so you aren't welcome here," he replied coldly, eyes glued to the screen. "You’ve had a shower and a meal. That should be enough."

My limbs did not work and my wolf was gasping for breath as she panicked. “You said you would die if I rejected you but you are fine now.” I stilled myself, instinctively knowing what was about to come. “I, Xander Black of the Silver Moon pack, reject you, Lily John of the Red Moon pack as my mate. I reject the bond between us and everything it stands for.” I wished I had died. I would have welcomed death over this pain that took my senses away and made me lose consciousness.

he said loudly for everyone to hear then lowered his head to my ear and whispered in a low voice. "The moon would never bond me with a fake heir." "An illegitimate child." My breath stilled, everything around me seemed to spin. He pulled away as laughter sounded somewhere. My throat burned. "Bu– but th– the moon does not make mistakes." I breathed and his eyes snapped to mine then—only for an instant—and I saw something. Fear. And yet, he said it again a second time. Louder. "I reject the bond. I reject you, Lila of the Silverfang Pack."

A howl from ahead alerted me that Jaden had already shifted to his wolf. “Once again, we are free, Your Silver! Make that wolf regret daring us!” I told her. She howled in the air, replying. “With pleasure.” Author’s note: THANK YOU FOR READING ‘YOU REJECTED A SILVER WOLF’! The end of this beautiful story has come. I hope you have a beautiful day! Stay safe and thank you again for reading!

"You knew?" My voice shakes as I stare at my mother. "You knew what I was and didn't tell me?" The council chamber feels suffocating despite its size. Every important wolf in the Royal Pack is here, all staring at me like I'm a ticking bomb. "I suspected," Mom says quietly. "But I hoped I was wrong. The Silver Moon Wolf is just a legend-" "Apparently not," the eldest council member interrupts. He's pulled out an ancient book, its pages yellow with age. "It's all here. 'When the moon bleeds silver and the marked one bears lightning scars, the weapon of ending shall rise.'"

Beth looked at her with crazy wet and wide eyes and Jasmine glared at her, “Shut up!” Hayley however was not going to be quiet and said, “And the poison killed his wolf.” “Hayley!” Jasmine yelled at her and was glaring daggers at her while Beth had become eerily quiet after she heard that. “Since his wolf his dead, his mate bond with you is broken and you are no longer is mate and your wolf is dying or should I say is already dead?” Beth had become eerily quiet and said nothing after that while Jasmine was cursing Hayley, but suddenly Beth grabbed Jasmine’s hand tightly in a death grip and asked, “is this true?”