All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Sylas's POV"You came all this way just to tell me you're burning the world down?"The old man doesn't look surprised. His voice remains calm, like it always is, even though he leans heavily on his cane. The forest sways quietly around us, wind slipping through the trees. I had known this mysterious old man for some time now. I call him mysterious because he seems to know everyone's history, and yet no one knows where he hails from.We met right here in the woods. He claims he has a home in the Starlight Pack, but I have never seen him go to it. At a point, I began to believe he was my father's ghost coming to keep me company and shield me at all times. I lost my parents at a younger age, my Dad was attacked and killed while hunting, and my Mum couldn't stay because they were tied through an oath. So I was told. I grew up in an orphanage home until age seven before my nemesis.The woods smell of moss, firewood, and herbs that only someone like him would keep close. He's lived in this

Talia's POV"You’re holding your breath again, Talia."Kaelith speaks with a steady and confident voice. She kneels by the fire, carefully adjusting herb bundles. Her gaze stays on the rituals, but she radiates warmth like fire.I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Only because I’m listening.""When facing truth, even warriors may stop breathing." Her voice is soft but direct.I nod. Stillness fills the night, encircled by timeless stones and dancing trees. The fire flickers with steady gold and blue flames. Scent of herbs, earthiness, and iron wafts through the air.Kaelith completes the rituals and faces me. "Hands."I offer them readily. The Moonstone pulses gently against my chest, matching my heartbeat.She holds my hands, palms up, and swiftly cuts them with a ceremonial blade. I stay calm as I see the blood collect and drop into the bowl between us.She raises the bowl and murmurs softly. She tilts it over the fire, and the flames jump—first blue and then white befo

POV: The Seer“We need to shut down the western border immediately,” one of the council members suggests. Since the spell portal had been changed, the council hadn't known peace. It has been one failed mission after another, one sabotaged deal after another. I once told them that if the portal should return to its real owners, there would be a disaster.The council has been using it for wrong purposes—trapping innocent people who have done nothing and killing them in it, all in the name of performing sacrifices. Sacrifices that helped in strengthening the council head more, which he had brainwashed others into believing it was for their illegal deals to run smoothly.“No,” another argues. “The southern border is more dangerous. That’s where the last threat came from.”They go back and forth, talking over each other while I just sit there and watch.I wait until their voices get loud, and then I speak calmly.“If you remove your spells from the western area,” I say, “you’ll weaken the

Talia’s POVThe dungeon has a musty stone and ash scent. The walls echo every painful breath lost in it. Silence fills the room, broken only by Greta's shallow breaths in chains. Her wrists show bruises from the chain bound. Her eyes flick to me, then shift away. Of course she can't make eye contact.I pause before I talk, watching Greta closely. Three days in darkness, without food or sound. With Just her thoughts and darkness. Such silence prompts reflection. It gradually wears you down, like erosion over time and I believe she should have learnt her lessons. It doesn't end well for betrayers.She recoils as I approach."Greta, do you understand why you're here?"She gulps. Her lips are dry. “I betrayed the Pack.”Tiara stirs in me. She radiates warmth... at alert and waiting. I can feel her eyes through mine.“You betrayed me,” I say softly.Greta shuts her eyes. “Yes.”Silence returns, loaded, like a bow drawn tight. I approach, and she stays put. Perhaps she's worn out.“Why?”Sh

Author's Narration"You are sure about this?" Bella asks, her voice quiet but firm, even though something tightens in her chest.She watches Marlik walk toward the altar in the center of the blood hall. His steps are slow, but his presence fills the room like a storm waiting to break."Yes," he replies without looking back. "There is no turning back now."The hall is cold—cold not just in temperature, but in feeling. The torches on the stone walls burn low, flickering gently, casting long shadows that seem to slither across the floor. The scent of iron, ash, and old blood hangs heavy in the air, making Bella’s nose sting.In the center of the room, a black flame burns inside a carved stone bowl. It’s a strange fire—silent, smokeless, and alive with unnatural heat. It flickers like it recognizes them.Marlik stops beside the bowl. He pulls out a silver blade, its edge shining in the dim light. Without flinching, he drags it across his palm. Blood wells up, deep red and slow.He looks a