《My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

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

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 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 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

Author's NarrationTalia stirs beneath her blanket, but her eyes stay shut. She's gone into trance again. This is the second trance, the next gate the Moon Goddess told her. She wakes somewhere in space, where the sky is gold and the ground feels like air. Light moves in slow waves, rising and falling like water. There is no wind, scent, or sound —but the weight of something waiting.She stands, but everybeing in her is at alert. She understands by now not to speak, because the trials don't answer to voice, only to action. The Moonstone glows faintly against her chest, and she brushes it with her fingers, warm and ticking in the same rhythm as her heartbeat.The light shifts around her, pulling itself into a straight path, and she follows it with careful steps. After walking on air for a while, the gold fades, and she finds herself in a clearing ringed by tall glass walls, each one holding a version of her. In one, she's small, clutching her mother's scarf, In another, she's in her wol