All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

136 Chapters

The Guardian's Trial

Aunt Merle's POVIt moved the moment I did, as if it had been waiting for me.The corrupted guardian stepped forward, its limbs wrong in every way that makes my bones ache just looking, its fur peeling like bark in the sun,its muscles twitching beneath pale, half-dead skin. Its eyes glowed green, brighter, flickering like candlelight trapped in rot.I didn't move at first. I let my breath settle and my pulse slow. Fear is a clever liar—it whispers things like *you can't*, *you're too old*, *you failed once and you'll fail again*. But I'm not here to win. I'm here to protect what needs protecting.I reach into my bag, my fingers finding the vial of ashroot tincture my sister made years ago, back when she still believed we could hold the line against everything coming for us. I never liked how it smelled, but it clears the air and sharpens me. I dab a bit beneath my nose. "Let's get this over with," I whisper, more to myself than the beast.It lunges. I dodge left, barely, the wind from

The Stone Keeper's Awakening II

Talia's POVI woke before dawn because something stirred me awake—dead silence, the kind where I don't feel anything at all, just a switch, as if the air had ditched the world I was familiar with.I sat upright in bed, my breath caught somewhere between sleep and a shout. My room still sat in darkness, the curtains barely moving, and my arms were on fire.I rolled up my sleeves and looked. Marks, faint and glowing, ran like starlight veins from my wrists to the bend of my elbows, pulsing in time with my heart—or something deeper than my heart. Something older.The stone. I haven't touched it, haven't even seen it, but I can feel its pull, like a tune I've never heard yet somehow recognize. It's changing me, and I don't know how long this will last, or who I'll be by the time it's finished.I run my fingers over the glowing trails. They're hot, full of life, and yet not painful. "Bran?" I whisper, though I know he's not here. Some part of me expects him to come barging in, the way he u

The Return of the Stone!!

Aunt Merle's POVComing back to Misfit Town without being seen is never simple, but this time it's more than secrecy — I can't let anyone see me carrying the stone. Only the one meant to carry its power should lay eyes on me right now.That's why I use the bone ash spell. Just enough to slip past the senses of others. Sound falls away from me, light bends around me. Not perfect. But enough.I move past the outer trees before sunrise, the stone wrapped tight in moon cloth against my chest. It's not heavy, not really — but it throbs, like it's got its own heartbeat going. With every step closer to town, the air shifts. Hums, almost, like the ground and the trees already know what I'm carrying. Like the town itself is deciding whether to let me through.Only hours since I walked out toward that cave, and already I feel like I'm bringing back something that's going to change all of it.I keep off the main paths. Take the trail behind the greenhouse — the one nobody uses anymore, the one yo

The Trials of the Keeper

Author’s NarrationTalia's body remained in her palace room, motionless on her bed, one hand faintly glowing with the pulse of the stone. Bran walked in, blinking back the tears that threatened to roll down his cheeks while staring at her. Aunt Merle had called him over to help Talia back to the palace since it seemed that she had gone to trance a few minutes after she recovered from the stone’s touch.“You’ll overcome whatever it is, destiny has prepared for you babe,” he spoke to her almost lifeless body. It was all making sense now to Bran—the reason his father never casted Talia’s family out even when the pack wanted him to, the reason his father had always warned him to keep them close when everyone claimed they have the imperfections of humans in their blood because none of their children ever shifted. They were being reserved for a greater purpose, and the Moon Goddess had seen that, which is why she paired them to be mates.Talia opened her eyes to a blank space, nothing she re

The Trials of the Stone Keeper II

The New Seer of the Dark Council’s POVI see her before the stars split, before the Moon Goddess lays a hand on her heart. I see the girl awakening — not with my eyes, not with the cursed black things that smoulder in my skull and glow when they shouldn't, but deeper, the way roots sense water underground, the way wolves hear a storm coming before the first drop falls.Talia. Her name echoes inside me like it's carved behind my teeth.She stands in that dream-space, her spirit wide open, and I'm there — barely, briefly, a shadow outside the light. I wasn't supposed to see her that clearly, but I did, and now I can't unsee her. Her light. Her fear. Her power. The Moonstone has chosen her, and the trials have begun.I sit motionless at the far end of the council chamber, still as bone, while the fire at the center crackles and spits dark orange sparks. I don't speak until I have to, until I feel them watching—The Council of the East, seven cloaked figures with hands stained by secrets a

Flashes of A Broken Trial

The Old Keeper (The New Council Seer)’s POVI was meant to be the Stone Keeper. Chosen before I was even born, or so my grandmother always said. My parents were killed for it, because they weren't supposed to bring me into the world at all. Somehow they did anyway, and they paid for that.The stone started calling to me when I was young. I heard its voice, felt its pull, sometimes even touched it, though only in dreams. I was proud to be the chosen one. Overjoyed, really.The Moon Goddess chose me. Not because anyone told her to, not because I asked — the stone chose me itself, or so I was told. I stood alone on Moonlight Crest, high above the land, wind pushing at my back, and the light of the moonstone reached out and wrapped around me, its warmth settling into my chest. At that moment, I believed I'd found my purpose.I was proud. Brave. Maybe foolish too.That night, everything changed.I was meant to complete the trials to become the official Keeper, and I'd already passed two. Th

The Voice Beneath

The Old Keeper (The New Seer)’s POVI was never supposed to hear her voice again. But she never seems to stop calling and never stops coming. The hall glows faintly, a hint of her presence bleeding into the dark.The old runes on the walls give off a dim shimmer, not bright enough to chase away the shadows, but enough to remind me I'm not alone down here.I sit with my back against the cold stone, legs stretched out in front of me, one foot tapping softly in rhythm with the whispers that never stopped since she returned. Or since she became aware I was down here at all.I remember once being brave, knowing exactly who I was. Now I count moments by how many breaths I get before my past claws its way back into my thoughts.And just like every time before, here she comes.Her voice reaches me before her form does, soft and low, carried like wind through bone. "You remember more than you should."It echoes through the hall as though soaked in moonlight, haunting and comforting all at once.

The Dark Council's Chamber

The Dark Council Head’s POVI walk down the corridor in silence, each step echoing through the hall. I don't enjoy the quiet, but I've grown used to it. These halls remember everything — every lie, every betrayal, every choice I've made.She floats beside me, her spirit glowing faintly in the light. Elena. The keeper's grandmother. Once a powerful wolf, now just a spirit — but still dangerous, still strong. That's my mistake, if I'm honest. I should have ended her life that night instead of locking her spirit away."You walked without permission," I say, my tone calm but edged with warning. "Again."She lets out a dry laugh. "I don't belong to you."We keep walking, the torches along the walls flaring brighter as she passes. Even fire respects her. It always has."No," I say. "But you're bound here. You should know your boundaries. You can't roam whenever you feel like it — some people aren't meant to see you."She drifts ahead of me like mist, her voice steady. "Talia will come for me

Warning

POV: The Dark Council Head "You should be scared of the man you're becoming. Despite all the powers and fights, you lack that inner peace you've always wanted. You have no mate, no children and most of all no joy. It's painful because I'm tied to you. And now I cannot even have my fair share of happiness just because you chose the dark part." Fen my wolf purrs. He won't just keep quiet for once. "I am Malrik. This is the life I have chosen, and as a part of me, you deal with it." When I said everyone turned against me when I was a nobody, I mean everyone including my wolf. Don't get this wrong. He was once my ally, but since I chose this part he turned. Fen and I had never agreed since then. At first, I was not happy about it, and I cursed Selene for giving me a wolf who was not always on the same page with me, but not anymore. He can think whatever or say anything. My plan stays. I had once been hidden. But not anymore. Now I shake the ground of every supernatural court. Vampi

The Trials of the Stone keeper II

Author's NarrationTalia stirs beneath her blanket, but her eyes remain shut. She's gone again, not in body, but in spirit.This is the second trance. The next gate is as the Moon Goddess has instructed.She wakes in a place where everything hums. The sky is gold. The ground feels like air. Light moves like water, rising and falling in waves. There's no wind, scent, or sound-just the heavy presence of something waiting.She stands, heart quiet but alert. She knows now not to speak because the Trials don't answer to voice, only to action. The Moonstone glows faintly on her chest, and she grazes it with her fingers. It feels warm and ticking, like her heartbeat.The light around her shifts, pulling itself into a straight path which leads her on as she takes cautious steps.After walking on air for some seconds, the golden air fades, and she finds herself in a clearing ringed by tall glass walls. Each one shows a version of her. In one, she's small again, clutching her mother's scarf. In

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