You Rejected Me Remember Novels & Stories

he yelled jogging towards me. Reluctantly, I turned back to face him, unable to avoid the intensity in his eyes. He spoke softly, "Things don't have to end this way between us." My resolve wavered for a moment, but I clenched my jaw and replied, "Yes, it didn't have to, but it did, and it's not my fault. There's no going back now; all that's left is for you to accept my rejection." He stepped closer, his voice pleading, "Isadora, please. Just take some time to rethink things. You don't have to leave like this."

He looked at me intently. 'You're my mate!' he said through a mind-link. I snorted. 'Not anymore because you rejected me.' I answered in contempt. He looked stunned and stopped dead in his tracks. 'What?' 'Oh, you rejected me as your mate, remember?' I said. 'Alexandria! You're alive!' he said with excitement. I couldn’t help but doubt his reaction. I step backward when he steps forward. 'Alexandria, I'm so sorry. I was wrong and I regret what I said. I'm taking back my words. I need you, Alexandria.' he said.

I said indifferently. He looked confused, " what?" He asked. I looked him straight in the eyes, " reject me and I'll be out of your hair forever" I said. He was looking at me like I just grew two heads, " why would you want to be rejected?"" I'm used to it, it's no biggie" I replied. Oh it's a big deal, I'm dying inside.

“Yeah. I guess it does.” “Can I ask you something?” “Yes.” “Did she accept the rejection?” I had to sit back, and think about that. After clearing my mind, I focused on that night. I remembered rejecting her, and I remember her curling into herself, crying, but I’m not sure I heard her accept the rejection. The more I thought about it, the more I realized she did not accept it. I smiled slightly, and looked back at my dad. “No. No she did not.” I answered.

I couldn’t handle this… this gnawing, pointless pain, remembering nothing of the woman who had caused it. “You said she was my mate?” Alex sank into the couch. “Mmm.” He nodded. “Good. I’m ending this. Once and for all,” I said, voice low, hard. His head snapped toward me. “Meaning?” “I’m rejecting her,” I said flatly, deadpan.

Furious—The first word that came to my mind was definitely this. I sighed, glancing at the sky. The moon was still in the sky. This meant I was not out for long. What…happened exactly? I tried to recall, and with a little effort, it all started coming back to me. I broke the bottle, called Beatrice a liar, hurt myself and then Striker came, and I… “ I rejected you. ” I blurted. I needed to escape now. I really had to get up and leave before my heart started pounding again.

The rejection. I swallow hard, trying to shake it off, but it’s too late. The memory is already unfolding, crisp and brutal. I remember the sting, the way the word “rejected” echoed in my chest like a drumbeat. I remember how final it felt. How easy it was for him. Like he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. Like the idea of being bound to a witch was so revolting, he had to cut the tie before it fully formed. I asked for it. I made it happen. But now that I’m sitting here, trying to make a connection with someone else, I realize how deeply that moment branded me. How unfinished it still feels.

"There's your scalding hot coffee, boss." "It's not hot." "Throw it away, then," I snap, yanking out tissues from my purse to wipe pussy-juices off my desk. "I'll have you know you can't speak to me that way." "Fire me then." I toss the tissue into the trash can and feel for another. He is quiet for a moment, and I don't even hear him approach until he is behind, gripping my shoulders and spinning me around to look at him. "You rejected me. Why does it affect you so?"