Rejecting Your Rejection

Noah Cheong is an orphan from a small village in Daesong dong, South Korea. He came as a refugee to the USA at the age of 18, as he fled from his pack. The pack that despised him, due to the sin of his parents, and the pack wanted him dead.

As Korean-American, Noah lived safely and happily with his American grandmother in California. She was his mother’s mother. She gave Noah all the love and the attention he needed. She hoped that Noah could grow like a normal human child, filled with love and joy.

She also taught him how to speak English properly, the way of American cultures, western table manners, even her family secret recipes, which mostly are cakes and pies.

As he grew, he became interested in cooking and trained to be a great cook. Thanks to his werewolf‘s smelling ability, he could choose and mix spices and ingredients precisely. His grandmother admired his gift and advised him to enroll in the culinary academy and he did.

After three years of study, he graduated from the California Culinary Institute of America with honor. Soon after that, his beloved grandmother passed away.

The 21-years old Noah felt sad and broken, decided to move to New York City (NYC), and pursued a career in culinary. He became a pastry chef in Silverplate restaurant. It was a 5-star restaurant owned by the Silvermoon family, the richest and the most powerful in NYC.

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It was Monday morning in New York City, a young man ascending the stairs of the Park Avenue subway entrance. When he arrived at the top, he smiled a little, welcoming the fresh air and sunlight that caught on his fair skin. He has silky black hair, matched to his black suit jacket. He has an average height, 5’4 feet tall and his name was Noah Cheong.

He saw his watch then hurried his steps, he only had 45 minutes left not to be late for work. In fact, it only took 15 minutes to arrive at his workplace; but he had a habit to come 30 minutes early.

Some young women, who were just passing by, looked at Noah with awe. “Wow, he looks so cute,” whispered the woman in red formal dress to her friends and they seemed to approve. They giggled and walked away.

‘They seem charmed by your look, Noah,’ his inner wolf Ruiz speaking into Noah’s mind. Ruiz was prideful, elegant, and wise. He has snow-white fur with beautiful colored blue eyes, like a glowing orb.

‘They are not my mate Ruiz,’ Noah replied. ‘We're supposed to mate with a werewolf, remember? I want to see you be happy.’