My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Bran's POV “Alpha, we need to do something about this issue now and right here. We can't just cross our fingers and watch our pups die like that.” Elder Mortius, the oldest council member, finally speaks after several seconds of murmuring among them. I watch in silence—not because I'm weak or because I don't know what to say, but because I can't seem to figure out where all this is coming from. I'm supposed to be happy after finally having a Luna. Especially Bella. She had been my friend long before I took my position as the Moonlight Pack Alpha. I've heard the saying, marry your friend, so many times. They say marrying your friend will give you nothing but happiness throughout your married life. Why don't I feel genuinely happy? Why are things turning out this way after I finally have a Luna after years of waiting? First, it was Bella's cold behaviour toward the staff in the house and some Pack members who disturbed me. I never expected such cold behaviour from my Luna toward her s

Talia's POV I stand swiftly as the footsteps approach, the sound growing louder, indicating the person is coming closer. I glance around and spot a stray log, big and thick enough to break someone's head in case they're enemies. I don't recall speaking to anyone except Alpha Axton, his guards, his driver, and some of his maids. Maybe it's one of them, though. I'm tempted to let my guard down, but I brace myself again, gripping the log with both hands, muscles tightening as I stay on high alert. As the footsteps get closer, the memory of the strange chicken chase flashes through my mind, scaring the hell out of me. “Aaarrrrr!!!” I scream, eyes squeezed shut, swinging the log with all my strength—only for it to slip from my grip and fall heavily behind me due to its weight. I slowly open my eyes when I hear the so-called intruder screaming too. A pretty lady stands before me. She looks to be in her mid-twenties, like me. Her cute eyes are wide with fear, and her trembling hand clutch

Talia's POV Unlike the Moonlight Pack, where I always woke up to rays of sun in my room, the air here feels cool as I step out of my small house. I can smell the earth and a hint of flowers nearby, the scent lingering softly in the morning breeze. I stretch my arms and wince a little. Yesterday took more out of me than I expected—meeting Jasper, Luna, and Finn; dealing with that stubborn purple smoke; and falling under Greta’s stare. They are all weirdos, but the fun I had meeting them hasn’t left me. Especially the feeling I had after sniffing the flower Luna gave me. For the first time in years, I feel like I truly belong. It feels like home here. This might be why I missed the road. Maybe destiny wanted me to find this place. Even with the way I feel about this place, I know I still have to be watchful. I mean, I haven’t met everyone in the town. Luna and the few people I’ve met might just be the good ones. The bad apples might be somewhere, hiding. A knock at the door startles

Talia's POV “You don’t have to if you're not ready, Talia,” Luna says, loud enough for everyone to hear. A few people nod in agreement. “No, it’s okay.” I exhale slowly, getting hold of myself. I look around the table, meeting their eyes one after another, searching to see anyone wearing a judging expression. But instead, I see patience, pity, and understanding. They’re not waiting to judge me. They’re waiting to hear me. To know me. Just like everyone else has been heard. Alpha Axton… Goddess bless him for bringing these people together. “I have always been an object of ridicule in my pack because I am wolfless and overweight,” I say, forcing the words out before my courage slips away. “I was always the outcast. The one who didn’t belong. I tried to fit in, but no matter what I did, it was never enough. I was never enough.” I pause, tightening my grip around the edge of the table. “And as if that wasn’t enough humiliation, the Moon Goddess decided to humiliate me more by giving

Talia's POV I hardly got any sleep last night. With my hair finally getting its natural color back but still glowing, my brain just won't rest easy with too many thoughts. It turns out the rainbow color was just the process the potion would follow to give me soft, glowing hair. I wake up after taking just a few hours of sleep to soft, easy-to-brush hair. My recipe book is not just a number of old family recipes. It's powerful. There's a chance it could get deeper than I thought. But I still feel that adrenaline pumping inside me. I've never felt this way before; it's like I finally have something that's truly mine. Not my wolf, not a mate, not pack approval, but mine. Curious about what else I can try out, I browse through my recipe book again, and my gaze lands on another recipe. Titan's Drink Just hearing the name gives me chills. Promises of lasting power and strength that go beyond anything. A drink that warriors used to have before heading into battle. I run my fingers ov