My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit
"No, This is a mistake! A wolfless, overweight werewolf can't be my mate."
His words hit me hard; Whispers erupted from the crowd, murmurs of disbelief and judgement that swirled me like a storm. But I won't let them see how much it hurts. I won't give him the satisfaction.
I square my shoulders, forcing a smile that feels like it's going to crack my face. "Well, Bran, I guess the Moon Goddess has a sense of humour after all," I say, despite the pain running through me. "Too bad she didn't give you one."
Everywhere is silent now, shocked by my words. Bran's eyes are turning red from anger. But I hold my ground, refusing to let him see how much I'm breaking inside.
"Talia," he begins, but I cut him off before he can say more. He was going to reject me anyway.
"Don't worry, Bran," I say, sarcastically. "I'm sure there's some loophole you can find to get out of this. After all, you can't have someone like me ruining your perfect reputation, right?"
The tension in the air is suffocating, and I can see uncertainty in Bran's eyes. He wasn't me to fight back. And for a moment, I wonder if he's reconsidering, if the bond is pulling at him the same way it's pulling at me.
But then he turns away, "This conversation is over, Talia. You should leave."
Talia, a wolfless wolf in her pack has been a mocking object in her Pack just because she's fat, wolfless and eats like a glutton. Her situation turned worse when the Moon Goddess decided to give her Alpha Bran, their Pack 's Alpha as a mate. He rejected her on the spot. What would be Talia's fate after the rejection? Let's see.
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Chapter: Peacekeepers of the New Era"How long do we kneel for?" Bran whispers under his breath, his voice low and unsure.Talia glances sideways at him, her expression calm but firm as she answers softly, "As long as it takes for this ritual to be over."Bran sighs, though a small smile plays at the corner of his mouth, and around them, the Sacred Valley holds a silence that speaks not of tension but of peace, where the wind moves gently through the grass and moonflowers bloom across the hill where many once fell.Now, they kneel before the Circle of Elders—not the old council formed by age and tradition but a new one, chosen from every tribe, from every surviving path, selected not for how long they have lived but for the depth of their wisdom and the truth in their eyesThe Old Keeper stands in front of them, raising his staff high as his robe catches the morning light, the fabric shimmering with memory and meaning as he nods once, slowly and solemnly"Let it be marked," he says, his voice steady and loud enough to ec
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Chapter: Elena's Freedom"I'm pretty sure we haven't lost the way. Or have we?" Talia questions the Old Keeper with an uncertain voice.The Old Keeper doesn’t stop walking. He taps his staff against the root of the trees as they walk, leading them deeper into the Sacred Valley. "Yes. Only one path leads to where she is, so it is not possible to miss the way. It remembers the steps of all the chosen Moon Stone Keepers because each of them must walk through it, either physically or in a trance. And it has yours marked too."Talia tightens the cloak around her shoulders. The trees look older than any she’s seen. Their branches twist like hands reaching for something they lost. The air smells of moss and memory. Stones line the path with faded symbols of names long forgotten. Names she will now carry.They walk for a long time in silence. At last, they stop in front of a wall of hanging vines. Hidden beneath is an old iron door, cold and rough to the touch.The Old Keeper reaches forward and presses a mark etched
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Chapter: The Keeper's CrownAuthor's Narration"Are you sure you can do this? You know you can rest and not be here right? I'll understand."Bran stands beside Talia, the light wind brushing against his hair. "I am. The healers did their job. I'm not at full strength yet, but I can stand next to you and that's enough."Talia nods, relief in her eyes. Around them, the camp is alive with movement. The celebration has begun. Banners wave in the sky, and music floats through the air. Fires are lit, and the scent of cooked meats, herbs, and sweet roots fills the air.Warriors from neighbouring packs arrive in groups, some riding horses, others walking in strong formations. They come bearing gifts—weapons, rare fruits, cloth dyed in moon colours. Each of them waits in turn to kneel before Talia, now recognized across the land as the true Keeper.Some bring scrolls, asking for her mark of protection. Others come with stories—wolves lost to darkness, children born with strange powers, dreams of old gods whispering again
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Chapter: The Final Rites IIAuthor's Narration"He is not dead," Marlik's locked strange creature hisses.Its voice crawls through the silence like a wet cloth on stone. It sounds cold and hungry.Its shape begins to form in the smoke, tall and ragged, eyes glowing like fire. The ground behind the altar cracks open. The sacred circle bends unnaturally. A dark hand rises from the hole, fingers long and burnt-looking.The creature pulls itself out from the shadow underworld.Its body smells of ash and rot. A smell that doesn't belong to any living thing. It moves with a slow pull, dragging behind it a heavy chain of lightless stone."You promised," it says again. "Her soul belongs to me."Marlik, lying broken beside Bella's body, groans.The creature reaches out. One tendril of dark fog wraps around Marlik's chest. Marlik gasps as the magic forces him upright. His cloak flutters as though the wind has returned only for him."You will stand," the creature growls. "And you will deliver what you owe."Marlik stands.
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Chapter: The final RitesAuthor's NarrationThe light of dawn spreads across the field. Everywhere is almost too quiet—no singing of birds, and the wind feels very heavy. The final rite is finally here.Talia stands at the edge of Moonfield, dressed in the ceremonial robe of the Keeper. The fabric is old but full of meaning, passed down through generations. Bran stands beside her, helping fasten her special necklace around her neck—the one Merle gave her for protection.All around them, the warriors of the Starlight Pack stand at attention in a wide circle. They are silent, their eyes focused on the hilltop where the ritual will happen. Kaelith, the high priestess, leads the Moon Priestesses to their positions. Everything is ready.Talia takes a step forward, and the Moonstone around her neck pulses with a warm, steady light. She can feel Tiara—her wolf, turning ancient spirit inside her—stirring, growing stronger. Every step she takes toward the hill feels heavier.Bran gives her a silent nod of support. Tog
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Chapter: The Escape"Are you sure about this?" the young guard whispers as he stands outside the cell, keys shaking in his hand. After days of trying to strengthen the spell she saw crafted on the prison walls she couldn't. The spells just keep getting weaker. Then she had to resolve to convince a guard who looked like he felt pity for her.Greta nods from the shadows, her face pale and marked by days of silence and hunger. "You want to live, don't you? Do you think the Pack will keep you safe once this is over? They won't. After the rites, they plan to wipe every Misfit wolf out and move on with the Pack shifters."Soren shifts his feet. He looks down the hallway, then back at her. "I—I just... if anyone finds out I helped you...""They won't," she cuts in quickly. "I'll be gone before the sun rises. And when Marlik wins, you won't be a nobody anymore. You'll be the man who helped him from inside the enemy's prison."The words settle in the boy's mind. He doesn't speak at first, and then he finally move
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Scent of Betrayal
I am Aria Flynn, and on the night of my 18th birthday, my best friend stole my scent, and my mate.
Now, I have no wolf, no mate, and very little time to get these back, else I'd be kicked out of my pack, and declared a rogue.
The rogue's are the only ones who know a way to steal the scent of others, and when a mysterious rogue stranger offers to help me get my scent back, my world tumbles.
To my surprise, this mysterious stranger is none other than the Rogue King—the King of outlaws in the shifters realm, Kaidën Darkhaven.
True to his status, he is ruthless and uncaring, selfish and brutal, at least that's what I'm made to believe.
But I can only get revenge and get my life back if I pretend to be his mate.
Should be easy... right?
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Chapter: The One Who Answers With TruthKaidën Do I still care for Piper? It's a question I haven't allowed myself to think about for a while. The feeling expanding in my chest when I think about the kind of person Piper has turned out to be, isn't one I consider laced with fondness. I won't despise her actions, if I thought they were alright, after all the pack shifters deserve whatever comes to them. A ruler who plans to throw all of them into a dungeon, isn't the worst life they can hope for. They've thrown thousands more I to the woods all because they wanted to label us rogues, so I don't care for them, and I can't even pretend I do. It's the other thing she does that worries me. The deep rooted hatred in her for Aria—I know I should not care, after all Aria should be nothing to me. But I do. I can't help that every time Piper speaks ill of Aria, and talks about how much she wants to make her suffer, I burn with rage. My vision blurs and all I can see is the whitened anger coating my eyes. I want t
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Chapter: The Beast RemoverAria Silence fills the small vehicle, because Alpha Lugh doesn't say a word for a very long time. When he does, he first slumps on the floor, his head hanging low like he is resting from a great task he's just done. I nearly snort when I think about how someone so great and powerful can be subjected to fear, all because of some shadows. Except, I don't even know what they are. When Lugh opens his mouth again, the words he utters takes me by surprise. "If you know you want to live, you will get rid of that thing inside you." Live? Is he trying to say that Kaidën's shadows might kill me? But what if he's just saying this, so I'll be helpless against him? That way he can do whatever he wants with me. It's not like I can just tell the shadows to leave my body, and they'll listen. I don't know how Kaidën passed them to me, so I don't know how to send them back. Back then, he'd hugged me and held me tightly to himself, and when I pulled back I felt something moving inside
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Chapter: The Fear He FeelsAria I hold my eyes tightly closed, even as he screams out in pain, but after a while I force them open again. The Alpha isn't lounging at me, but writhing in the floor of the vehicle. I glance at him oddly, wondering why he's on the floor when he's the one who tried to attack me first. "What—what are you doing there?" Remorse find it's way into my words, as I take in the massive ball like position his curled into on the ground. When I move closer to him again, to try and help him up—even though he's done nothing to show he deserves it, he flinches and yells. "Get away from me. Get that monstrous thing away from me!" His voice is panicked and frantic, and I don't know what to do. On one hand, I should be grateful for this. Does this mean he is letting me go? But on the other hand, I'm still all the more confused by his reaction. His face is drawn out in fear and panic, and he looks like he might die if I touch him. I stand on shaky legs, and just continue staring at h
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Chapter: The Twisted AnswerKaidën "Will you ever tell me who you are—what you are, or will you continue dancing around it?" I ask with feigned disinterest. The man in front of me acts as cool as no one important, but then sometimes he gets a wild gaze in his eyes. And that reminds me that he is someone I know nothing about. He laughs, and there's something lighter in it than his previous laugh. I almost wonder if he's finally going to oblige me, but he doesn't. "Haven't you already used up your first question. Would you like me to answer that question next, or will you answer mine?" His tone is serious, every element of lightness in it gone, and my ears prickle with awareness. But it's not this man that causes it. The smell tinged with my shadows is getting closer—close enough that I can nearly taste it. Who is this person? A wolf thought flashes inside my mind. What if this person took Aria's life and took the shadows from her? I eye Darien warily, and think how impossible it might be.
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Chapter: The Pieces of Him Aria's Alpha Lugh's laugh is long and hard, and for a moment I wonder if he's going to snap my neck off when he's done laughing at me. Thankfully, he doesn't yet. "The goddesses'? Have faith in me? Those creatures only care about themselves and no one else." I let out a tired sigh. Maybe they do, maybe they don't. But the way he's going about it isn't any better. My hands stretch out, feeling like the shadows inside me are battling for control, battling to get out. I vaguely wonder what they are in the first place. Maybe I should have asked Kaidën first before accepting a gift such as this. The darkness coming from the shadows inside me makes me feel a little dizzy, or maybe it's the fear of the man looking at me with wide crazed eyes. Either way, I don't feel too good. I feel like the insides of my body want to crawl out of me, and be displayed outside. It's a feeling unlike any other. "They created the rogues. Isn't that enough for you? Because of you, criminals
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Chapter: The QuestionsKaidën "What do you mean you saw her? Did you watch Aria get beaten by those guards?" I press further, until we're nose to nose. He gives me a bored look, before shrugging like my anger isn't warranted at all. I suddenly get the urge to punch his face so violently, he takes days to recover from it. I don't care if he can heal himself. I want to hurt him. He raises a brow at me. "Why are you getting so worked up? I just said I saw her get beaten up. I didn't say I was there." He says slowly. My brows furrow. What? "So how were you there?" I ask, belatedly. The moment the words leave my lips, I have an inkling of what he might mean. It is probably the same way he must have seen me kill the head guard without actually being there. My tense muscles loosen, and I give him an assessing look. "My apologies for jumping into conclusion." Then I clear my throat a little, because I know I must have offended him. In fact, the only reason he's probably not tried one of his tric
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