Rejected Warrior

I entered the room and then it hit me. The all-consuming sparks I felt only once before -- on that fateful night. I quickly spot him standing across the room.

Mate! My wolf starts pacing excitedly.

Mate. I sigh nervously. That is the only way I can call him since I didn't know his name nor who he was. We were too 'preoccupied', note the sarcasm, to ask each other anything -- like our names. And with his disappearing act the following morning, I never got to know who my supposed soulmate was.

Suddenly, he turns to me; probably feeling the same sparks.

He looks at me intensely with eyes flashing a mixture of emotions to quick for me to decipher.

He then mouths something I dread.

"I reject you as my mate."

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IMPORTANT! TAKE NOTE!

I wanted to make my own version of the cliche Rejected Werewolf Mate story. So yes this is very cliche. Please only proceed if you are fine with that.

I do minimal to no research when writing, so some things may not make sense to the real world but what I make sure is that the details coincide within the story.

I do not own any of the media used in this story. Credits to the respective owners.

TBH I still do not know the direction of this story so updates may (most likely) be slow.

HOPE YOU ENJOY :)