All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

136 Chapters

Preparing For War (2)

Bran's POV Jealousy is a bitter thing, I know that for sure but it's really getting to me right now. I watch from the training grounds as Talia stands with Jasper and Lyric, laughing at something I can't hear. Her head tilts back slightly, her eyes crinkling at the edges. It's a rare sight to see her laugh so freely. I should be happy that Talia has people who make her feel at ease. I should be relieved she has friends that she trusts. Instead, I want to rip Jasper away from her and throw him across the field, hug Talia, then take her away into a quiet place while I place a passionate kiss on her lips before bringing her back to carry on her duties. But that's a mere dream at least for now. "Pathetic." Fabian huffs. "Shut up," I say, gritting my teeth. "You had your chance to be the one by her side. Now you have to fight for it." Fabian chuckles again. That's the problem. I don't know how. Talia is warm with them in a way she isn't with me. She teases Lyric, nudges Jasper's sho

Winning The War At What Cost?

Talia's POV Whatever is going on in Bran's mind that makes him give me this kind of seductive look is not my priority right now, though I don't miss it, and the wanting sensation that his gaze sends down my spine. It makes me want to undress and allow him to claim me all through the night, but that clearly is never going to happen. And even if by mistake it somehow would come to reality, it wouldn't be now. Bran was right about his prediction of who our enemy is. The hollowed ones. I once heard about them from my grandmother before she died. They claimed the life of her best friend, so there was no way she could forget about them. But what they want from me is what I don't understand. And I don't care one bit about that. My aim right now is to keep my people out of danger and have them live a peaceful life. We march to the town borders after making sure all remaining of my subjects have been kept safe. But strangely everywhere is silent. As if nothing, not even an ant has walked b

After The War

Talia’s POV The battle is over, but the tension in my chest refuses to leave. I stand outside the healer’s tent with my arms folded tightly across my chest, staring at the closed entrance like glaring hard enough might somehow change what’s happening inside. The celebrations from days ago already feel distant. The scent of blood still lingers in the air. Smoke drifts faintly from the burned edges of town, mixing with the smell of herbs the healers keep boiling inside the tent. People move quietly around the town now. No one wants to be seen rejoicing while a special figure like Luna is battling to stay alive. Luna is alive. That should be enough. The healers said she’ll recover with time, but every time I replay the battle in my head, all I see is her body hitting the ground, still, and blood rushing out from under her. It makes my jaw tighten each time. I should have reacted faster. I should have stopped her from following us into that fight. A familiar presence settles behind m

The Enemy Strikes Back

Talia's POV It's been a few weeks since the war, and Luna is fine now; calmness has replaced the tension of the past week in the town. Laughter now ripples through the streets, and I can see the Misfits already feel safe but I can't stop feeling that those beasts aren't yet done. I have the feeling that war might still come stronger, because those creatures are definitely returning. I stand on the watchtower, which has somehow been my new home now, keeping an eye on the town from above like the goddess. The atmosphere feels peaceful, except for the noise from the market. Even when my intuition is on high alert, sending warning signals, I still can't stop them from buying and selling. Bran stands beside me, watching the town with me. He's been more clingy lately, and it's annoying how much I've noticed that I've gotten used to having him around. This sucks more. "You never used to be this quiet," he murmurs teasingly, noticing my strange quietness. "You never used to be this clin

Tiara Emerges!

Talia’s POV My room was unbearably quiet. It was the kind of silence that came after destruction, when the screaming had stopped and the bodies had stopped moving. Outside my bedroom window, torches crackled in the cold night air, their flickering light slipping through the curtains and casting shadows across the walls. Every now and then, footsteps echoed somewhere deep within the palace, followed by voices that disappeared almost as quickly as they came. I stared blankly at the ceiling, unable to sleep despite how exhausted I was. Pain lingered throughout my body. My ribs burned beneath the tight bandages wrapped around my torso, and every movement sent soreness through muscles that had already been pushed beyond their limits. But none of it compared to the ache in my head. “No matter how far you run, they will get to you before you dare to answer the call of—” The beast's voice refused to leave me. I could still hear the wet gurgle that followed when Bran's claws tore through

Accepting the Bond

Talia’s POV The knock on my door pulled me from the lingering haze of sleep. I frowned, blinking against the morning light spilling across the room. For a moment, confusion clouded my thoughts before everything from the previous day came rushing back—the battle, the beast's final words, and Tiara. My wolf. Warmth stirred deep inside my chest at the thought of her, steady and comforting beneath my skin. Even now, the bond between us felt unreal. After years of silence and emptiness, there was finally someone there. Someone who belonged to me. Mine. “Careful,” Tiara murmured lazily inside my head. “You're already sounding possessive.” A smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. Another knock sounded, louder this time. I exhaled and pushed myself upright against the pillows, immediately wincing as soreness spread through my ribs and shoulders. The healer's herbs had dulled the pain, but my body still felt as though it had been dragged through the battlefield. Which, techn

Uniting the Packs

Talia’s POV By evening, the entire Misfit camp has come alive. Bonfires burn beneath the darkening sky while long tables overflow with food, drinks, and desserts. Music drifts through the camp as the exhausted warriors finally allow themselves a night to breathe and celebrate their survival. It is a tradition. We celebrate after every battle, a legacy Axton once told us never to abandon. I stand near the bonfire, laughing with Luna, Greta, and Lyric. For once, I am not thinking about the war or what waits beyond the camp. Across the fire, Bran keeps stealing glances at me. He looks as though he is considering coming over at any moment. Before he can, Lyric and Greta turn towards him with expressions of such obvious innocence that I immediately become suspicious. “Bran,” Lyric calls sweetly. “Absolutely not,” he replies. “Could you help us get something from storage?” “I’d rather fight beasts again,” he says. Luna gasps. “How rude.” “You are all trained warriors,” Bran point

Reunion

Talia’s POV The Moonlight Pack is throwing a party for us. The sight makes my eyebrows lift. Lanterns hang between the trees, casting warm light across the lawn. The feast tables are covered with roasted meat, fresh bread, and bowls of fruit. A bonfire burns at the centre, its flames rising into the night as wolves from the Moonlight Pack and the Misfits mingle together. It feels almost unreal. I used to be teased, overlooked, and turned away here. Now, everyone seems eager to get a closer look at me. “Is that her?” “She’s different,” someone murmurs. I keep my expression neutral, but inside, my wolf, Tiara, snorts. “They’re acting as though you grew another head.” “They never expected me to survive,” I reply silently. Bran walks beside me, his presence grounding me as we move through the crowd. He says nothing, but I can feel his eyes on me. He’s tense. I can sense it. “His wolf won’t stop pacing,” Tiara observes, amusement in her voice. “He’s nervous.” I glance at him, ab

A Place For The Misfits

Talia’s POV “Are you seriously blindfolding me?” “Yes,” Bran says. I cross my arms as he leads me towards whatever surprise he has planned. I just hope it’s worth it. “Bran, if this is another one of your pranks, I swear—” “It’s not.” He chuckles as he gently adjusts the fabric over my eyes. “Trust me, Talia.” Trust. I huff but allow him to lead me. His hand is warm around mine as we walk. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of flowers—jasmine, perhaps. The party has quietened, leaving only the low murmur of pack members settling in for the night. Bran walks slowly, making sure I don’t trip, though I can sense the path beneath my feet. The ground changes from dirt to smooth stone, and the air around us shifts. We’re somewhere more open now. “Almost there,” Bran murmurs. Tiara stirs in my mind. “He’s nervous.” Bran? Nervous? That’s rare. “Whatever this is, it matters to him,” she adds. “Try not to make him suffer too much.” Bran stops. His grip on my hand tightens f

A Night Alone With Him

Talia’s POV The balcony of my new palace is quiet beneath the moonlight, overlooking the gardens below. I spread my arms and close my eyes, letting the cool breeze brush against my skin. Months of battles and quests have passed. Now that I’m here in the Moonlight Pack, I need a moment to breathe before deciding what comes next. My mind keeps returning to the Misfits and their new beginning. They finally have a place to call home, but there’s still work to do. I need to help them find jobs and establish themselves so they can build lives here. For tonight, though, I push those worries aside. Tomorrow will bring enough decisions. I rest my hands against the stone railing and gaze across the landscape. The Misfits finally have a home. I finally have a home. Yet my chest feels tight. Because despite everything—surviving rejection, leading a pack, winning battles, and proving my worth—there is still one thing I haven’t resolved. Bran. Tiara hums softly in my mind. “Are we thinki

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