Romans & histoires You Rejected Me Remember

"That's a lot of mystery for a man who claims to be honest." "I'm being as honest as I can without telling you things you're not ready to hear." "Try me," she said. "I just got publicly discarded by the man the universe decided was my fated match. My capacity for bad news is at an all-time high." That did get a reaction — brief, almost involuntary. Something shifted in his expression. It wasn't pity. It was something more complex than pity and considerably less comfortable to look at. "The rejection," he said. "Did it hurt?"

His fingers dig in hard enough that I know there'll be a bruise by tonight. "My mate isn't going anywhere." The words hang in the cold morning air, ugly and possessive, and every single person in that clearing goes still. "You rejected me," I say, voice shaking despite everything I do to steady it. "Last night. In front of everyone. You don't get to grab me the morning after and pretend that didn't happen." "Doesn't matter what I said." His grip tightens. "You're still mine. That doesn't change just because I was angry."

Six months into my grim bone cancer diagnosis, the doctor urged me to get hospitalized before it was too late. Broke and out of options, I dialed Morgan Kramer one final time. What answered me was her 100th rejection. Despairing, I gripped the diagnosis papers and shuffled alone to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I said to the clerk. He froze. "You're dealing with something heavy? Where is your family?"

his voice dropped to a quiet growl, “..tearing yourself apart just for monthly payment, it's your job right? not my dirty game?” Karline’s breath hitched. Her eyes filled with fury and humiliation all at once. “You’re disgusting,” she whispered. Reid gave a short, humorless laugh. “What happened? You regret it now?” She froze. He tilted his head, that mocking calm back in his voice. “You think maybe… you should have accepted my offer two years ago?” Her body went still, but her eyes burned.

"I promise I'll never do it again. Arabella, I truly love you. I can't live without you. I'll send Lillian away so that she'll never appear before us again." I let out a cold laugh. "You say you love me? Do you even deserve to? I don't remember you anymore. Don't disturb my life again." With that, I turned to leave without looking back, but Jaden grabbed my arm. "Can we start over? You once pursued me for five years. Now, I'll win you back. I'll show you my determination." I yanked my arm away forcefully, feeling disgusted. "Even if you pursue me for a hundred years or a thousand years, I wouldn't even give you the time of day."

he says, his voice quiet and strained. Mary Lou walks over to him, her heart aching at the sight of his distress. "I heard you canceled the party. What’s going on?" Aaron sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not interested anymore. It doesn’t seem worth it." Mary Lou places a gentle hand on his arm and she feels him tense up and relax almost immediately. "Not interested? Everyone’s been looking forward to it, including me. Why the sudden change of heart?" Aaron looks at her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "I don’t know. Everything just feels off.”

"Stop the pretence already, and I'm not going back with you." "What? But you agreed to – " "That's because I didn't have my memories back." I cut in and his eyes widened, same as Alpha Drew's. "You recovered your memories?" Alpha Drew asked and I nodded. Jared stepped forward. "I can explain." "Explain what?!" I snapped. "The fact that you treated me like dirt or the fact that you rejected me?!" His shoulders slumped down and a surprised look appeared on Alpha Drew's face. "He rejected you?"

Mark encouraged. I pursed my lips and dialed again, but this time it went straight to voicemail. Freya had blocked my number either. "You didn't do what I told you earlier?" Mark asked. I pressed my lips together. "Before I could say anything, she rejected me and left." "Rejected?" Mark's eyes widened. "What?! She rejected you?" I tensed up and fell silent. Mark looked at me eagerly and exclaimed, "Holy shit! What have you done? You've been rejected by your Luna! You let her slip away like that! Do you realize that once Luna leaves the pack, your pack will gradually decline?"

Luna The shock of seeing Leo affected the rest of my afternoon. I paced through the little house I’d lived in for over a hundred years, unable to clear my mind of the way my soulmate had looked at me. The attraction was just as deep and pulsating for me as it had ever been, the pull on the golden arch over my heart painful, yearning and screaming at me to go back to him. I hated that it still existed, the shock of the soulmate symbol still in existence even though I had been rejected, and he was supposed to be dead!

Not after what has happened between us earlier; it's just one of his silly plans, and I will never agree to it. “Can I say something, please?” I begin, calming the ongoing murmuring, and every attention is now focused on me. “I think as the one who is chosen for this—I might be wrong, but my not having an awareness of this makes it very uncomfortable for me; aside from that, I support what Alex has said; I do not know whatsoever, and I need my time to help me recover my memories.” I pause, staring deep into his eyes as I continue. “In conclusion, Alpha Carter, I will have to reject this offer, and I hope you understand,” I reply, hoping my words will do some magic.