My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

Bran's POV I should never agree to that thought—that I'll never get back my mate. I knew Talia wouldn't make my time here easy. But this? This is war. I never knew Talia was capable of doing these things, but, as Fabian mentioned, I deserve everything she's doing. Talia has never been the serious type; even when she was in the Moonlight Pack, she would always brush off bullies with jokes, even when she was hurting deeply. I have witnessed that not once, but these pranks of hers are expensive. I'm beginning to believe that Talia has superpowers. But the question is how and where did she get it from? My rejection has really changed Talia. I don't know a lot about her again, or let me say I never did, because I was never really close to her. Today, I wake up feeling a strange heaviness in my limbs, a weird stickiness clinging to my skin. My fingers barely move as I push myself up from the bed. I received William's call late into the night yesterday, checking up on things in the Pack

Talia's POV I feel a strange heaviness in my chest as I stand on the palace balcony, looking down at the town, three mornings after my confrontation with Bran. The Misfits go about their day-to-day activities, but I can feel this weird tension lurking underneath that just won't go away, no matter how hard I push it. With everything I have done to Bran these past weeks, he still won't go away. Even after suppressing his wolf, he still stays. I shouldn't have given him back his wolf. I should have made him promise to leave me alone for good before returning it. With Grandma's cookbook, all things seem to be possible, and each stunt I pulled on him was either a portion from the cookbook or a spell from it. But there doesn't seem to be any portion or spell for the strange feeling I woke up to today. Is this how being an Alpha feels? The more I try to convince myself that I am feeling this way because of the things I made Bran go through, the more something tells me that this isn't about

Talia's POV In the history of the misfits, since their inception, they have never won a battle. Let alone invaders retreat because they couldn't match their energy. I have always seen my cookbook as a book filled with weird and funny recipes, but now I see it differently. There's a reason my grandmother left it behind and there's a reason my mother gave it to me. Now the reason is gradually manifesting. For years according to Alpha Axton, he has always traced the source of their invaders and would each time go to appease them with whatever they demanded in exchange for the peace of the misfits. Yet they never enjoyed a complete peace because their bullies kept asking for more and when they couldn't meet up, they would invade, destroy and steal their belongings. But now that the story has become history in my reign. The misfits have decided to celebrate for days because of it. The night is alive; the whole town is buzzing with victorious energy. Lanterns hang from every rooftop, cas

Talia's POVAxton's gone, and everywhere feels quiet now. Misfit Town's been feeling unusual for a while now. Less noisy. It feels more hollow like part of its base got taken out, and we're all just hanging around to see if it all collapses.Life doesn't stop, right?The town keeps growing, the warriors keep practising, and I keep guiding.But still, I can feel a change in the atmosphere.It all starts off gently.I get this odd sensation that prickles my skin whenever I walk around the boundaries. I always get this creepy vibe like someone's watching me, even when I'm by myself. The wind rustles through the trees, bringing along strange sounds.At first, I brushed it off, thinking it was just fatigue and the emotional toll of losing Axton.That's when people start going missing. For days we searched for the missing but they were never found. I set my warriors on patrols every day and night each of them rotating shifts.The first sign gets discovered by Lyric.She bursts into the meet

Talia's POVWar is coming. The weight of it presses down on me unrelentingly.The moment we returned from the forest, I wasted no time. Messages were sent, alliances were called upon, and preparations began. Misfit Town was no longer just a haven for outcasts. It was a fortress, and we would defend it with everything we had.Bran's pack arrived in the Misfit town two days ago, warriors moving through our town like a force of nature. Since the attacker's target is not only on the Starlight but also on the Misfits, it is wise for us to merge. There was tension in the air- wolves who once mocked the Misfits now had to fight beside them. And I could feel their doubts, they glanced at us like we were weak.They were in for a surprise.I stand in the middle of the training grounds, watching as Misfit warriors spar with Starlight wolves. It's messy.Jasper is wrestling with a Starlight warrior twice his size, using every dirty trick he can think of. Lyric has already tripped two arrogant fig