All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Talia’s POV Golden sunlight streams through the curtains, falling across the floor as I wake. I stretch beneath the soft sheets, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. Then last night comes rushing back. The conversation. The kiss. The way my emotions became too overwhelming to ignore. Not that anything else happened. Bran remained frustratingly respectful, simply wishing me goodnight after the intensity between us. Part of me is grateful for his restraint. Another part is thoroughly frustrated by it. He should have escorted me back to my home, but he didn’t. Instead, after we said goodbye, we walked towards the gate where I was supposed to leave. Somehow, we became so absorbed in conversation that I ended up following him to his chambers. Timid man. Tiara laughs in my mind. “He’s being patient because he values you. That, or he enjoys torturing himself.” I grunt and roll onto my stomach. I still can’t decide whether to admire his patience or be annoyed by it. A knock i

Talia’s POV The excitement of the Moon Festival still lingers around the pack grounds, but the celebration has given way to another long-standing tradition of the Moonlight Pack—the Royal Hunt. Now that the Moonlight Pack has become the Moonfit, the Misfits will take part as equals. It feels strange to think about how much has changed. Not long ago, we were outsiders. Now, we stand among the warriors as one pack. I stand at the edge of the hunting grounds, watching the rosy area. Around me, warriors from both the Moonlight Pack and the Misfits prepare for the hunt. Some stretch their limbs, others check their weapons, while a few shift impatiently, their wolves already eager to run. Bran and I are about to co-lead our first official event as Alphas, and I intend to win. I have no logical reason to be so certain. Maybe it's the confidence that comes with knowing my warriors, or the competitive streak I've never managed to suppress. Whatever the reason, I know I'm going to win. Ti

Talia’s POV If I could escape this wedding madness, I would. Serena, Lyric, Luna, and almost half the women in the pack have surrounded me, each of them talking over the other while fabric, flowers, and decorations are spread across every available surface. “Gold embroidery or silver?” Serena asks, holding up two delicate swatches. I stare at them without interest. “For what?” Lyric gives me an incredulous look. “For your wedding, Alpha. You’re getting married, remember?” “I know.” I rub my temples. “I just don’t care about embroidery.” Serena gasps as though I’ve offended her personally. “You don’t care? Talia, you’re getting mated—officially and publicly. Every detail matters.” Luna snickers from behind her. “She looks like she’s planning her escape.” I glare at them. “Because I am.” Lyric immediately waves a hand. “Absolutely not. Bran made us promise we wouldn’t let you disappear before the ceremony.” Of course he did. Bran seems to be enjoying every second of this. He’

Talia's POVAn unnatural chill runs down my spine. Something is wrong.I stay frozen in the ruins of the Misfit Pack, my fingers stiff around the burnt pages of the cookbook. The smell of scorched parchment hangs in the air, but it's the dread settling in my bones that puts me on edge.Tiara growls, her voice sharp and alert. “We're being followed.”I go still, scanning the tree line beyond the ruins. Shadows shift between the remains of houses, swaying with the wind. At first glance, everything looks calm, but the feeling that we are being followed becomes stronger with each step we take. Bran comes up beside me, his eyes narrowing. "You see that?"I nod. "We're not alone," I say, my voice low, and my eyes darting around.A sudden movement catches my eye, and then chaos breaks loose.Figures step out of the shadows, blending into the night. The hollowed ones—they emerge from the ruins as if they had never left. These are not the species we encountered before we decided to leave. They

Talia's POVThe ride back to the Moonlight Pack is silent, but I know none of us is truly at ease. The only sounds are the steady rhythm of hooves against the earth and the occasional rustle of leaves as we pass beneath the trees.The wind moves through the branches, carrying the coolness of the night with it. Above us, the sky stretches dark and endless, but there is nothing peaceful about my thoughts.I lost the cookbook.The one thing my grandmother has warned me about more than once in my dreams. The one thing she insists I must protect because, according to her, it will one day be passed down to the next generation. Now it's gone.I tighten my grip on the reins until my knuckles ache. Frustration burns through me, quickly turning into anger—not only at those creatures, but at myself.I should have protected the book. Yet one question keeps circling through my mind. Where is this leading me? Now, with the cookbook missing and my grandmother warning me that war is coming, I don’t kn