All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sylas"You should've killed him when you had the chance," Colin Owl mutters from the corner of my chamber, his feathers rustling as he shifts on the high wooden perch.I don't answer him right away. My fingers are busy tracing the lines on the spell-scroll that still glows on the floor, heat lingering in its center like a quiet ember. It's done now and that's final. No one-not even the Dark Council-can undo it. Not unless they tear the very fabric of the portal apart, and if they try, they'll burn with it."Killing is easy," I finally say, voice low and controlled. "But killing is the kind of justice they understand. I want something else. I want them powerless first. I want them afraid and lost. I want them to taste what they served me."Colin doesn't speak again because he knows better. He may be a creature of wisdom, but even wisdom knows when to hold its tongue.I lean back against the wall of my chamber. It's quiet here, tucked deep into the Forgotten Hollow, where even echoes kn

Time feels different here.The portal feels odd and elongated. I feel trapped in time, as if the world is pausing. I can't tell if I'm falling or floating. A sick blue-gold light surrounds me, resembling moonlight through water. It's freezing. I feel light, but my chest feels heavy, as if danger is just around the corner. I was correct because just as I was predicting, I sense something different in the atmosphere.Something eerie and contorted. A ripple glides through the atmosphere like a cool breeze touching my back. My wolf freezes. Nothing is as scary as her silence. She's always like this whenever she senses danger.I notice a spirit floats toward me like smoke reversing through time. Its eyes lack expression. It has an excessively wide smile on what was on its almost a human face. It sings a lullaby. A song I used to sing to my little sisters when they were scared. I feel it now. It's madness. Sent by my captor.Someone wants me to give in to this thing. If I get possessed, I f

Talia's POVShe lifts her head slowly, and the moment her face catches the light filtering through the cracked ceiling, something in me stills.She is unlike anyone I've ever seen. Her silver hair falls like water, her eyes like the color of wet stone and storm clouds. There's an oldness to her beauty, like the bones of the earth wrapped in soft skin. She had a power cling to her, quiet but undeniable, and for one long breath, no one speaks and that includes Bella.She steps back half a step, enough to make my pulse leap.From Luna's pocket, the small flower tucked there by her flutters to life, and Luna never walks without a flower in her pocket. They keep her company because she speaks with them. The flower trembles as if stirred by the arrival of someone sacred. A whisper floats out, faintly, that it almost vanishes before reaching us."Kaelith."Luna echoes aloud."Kaelith."Her name falls like rain on scorched ground.Bran straightens, hearing the name, and Williams lets out a lo

POV: The Council's SeerThe torches on my room's walls are flickering again. They always act that way when she's around. This time, I'm not afraid anymore. Our connection still holds strong, even after death. The bond we share still knows who we used to be, even if the world wants to erase it.I'm sitting by myself at my desk, slouching over an old journal. The cover's got a crack, and the pages feel fragile from age. This is the same journal where I jotted down all those weird dreams I had—dreams packed with meaning, visions that used to steer me in life. But that was all before the Council figured I didn't need dreams anymore. They taught me to erase them from my memory. Before they turned me into something useful. A tool.I get a feeling of her being here even before she walks in tonight. The room transforms. The atmosphere feels different. It has the scent of fresh night air post-rain—cool and refreshing. Her scent calms my racing thoughts. The comfort in the chaos."You waited lo

POV: The Dark Council HeadThe chamber feels uncomfortably cold, hinting at danger. I can't stand feeling like this; it makes me feel out of control. And that's the way it's looking right now.The torch flames on the walls dance weirdly, like they're unsure if they want to brighten up the room or let it sink into darkness. I look over the floor, which is all smooth black marble.It’s so polished that I can see the reflections of everyone’s faces, and I'm staring at them like ghosts. The council conference room is silent. It’s thick with doubt and fear. But no matter what, they deserve to know our present status, even if they can't do anything about it. I still have to figure it all out alone.To my left, Bella sits on her half of the shared throne. Her expression is blank, too calm for someone who was recently dragged back here and nearly broken. The bruises and injuries on her body have healed, but it’s clear her pride is still wounded.Her black crown leans from the uncertainty she