Semua Bab My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Talia's POV Dawn breaks with the scent of rain in the air. The warriors-both Starlight and Misfit-kneel before Bran and me, their fists pressed over their hearts. This is the third day of our mating ceremony. The day we are to take the warrior's coat according to tradition. The warriors are to swear their oats to both I and Bran's reign. The ceremonial battle dress I'm wearing is unlike the flowing silks of the previous nights. It is not meant for beauty. It is meant for war. Black and silver, the fitted bodice wraps around my torso like armor, the material flexible yet unyielding. The sleeves end just past my elbows, laced with wolf insignias that tell the story of both packs-the Starlight Pack's sigil intertwined with the Misfit's crest, a reminder that we are one. A silver sash is tied at my waist, its fabric softer than the rest, marking my status as Luna. My boots are lined with wolf fur; my arms are braced with leather cuffs engraved with battle runes. For the first time,

Talia's POV Morning light filters through the curtains, warming Bran's room. The guy next to me radiates more heat than the sun. I woke up next to him for the first time as his mate. Bran holds me tightly, and I feel his steady breath. His warm skin touches mine, and the cedarwood scent mixed with his envelops me pleasantly. I shift slightly, and he grips harder. A sleepy rumble comes from his chest. "Where do you think you're going?" I smile and tilt my head back to see him. His golden eyes droop slightly from sleep, yet they sparkle playfully. His hair looks wild and messy; I want to touch it. "I wasn't going anywhere," I murmur. "Not yet, at least." Bran happily hums and draws me closer. His lips brush my shoulder, sending warmth through me. "Good. Because I'm not ready to let you go." I roll my eyes despite my racing heart. "You don't own me." Bran smiles bigger. "Oh, but I do. Just as much as you own me." He lightly trails his fingers along my spine, igniting sparks ben

Talia's POV A knock at the door shatters the peace of the evening. Bran and I exchange a look, our quiet moment on the balcony broken by the soft but urgent sound. A palace maid stands at the threshold, her head slightly bowed in respect, but there's something anxious in her posture. "Alpha, Luna," she says, her voice careful. "Your mother and Lady Merle have arrived. They are waiting in the visiting room." The air stills around me. My mother and Aunt Merle together? Aunt better be prepared to answer my questions this time around. I glance at Bran, who nods without hesitation. "Thank you," I say to the maid steadily, but my mind is anything but. Bran takes my hand as we move through the palace halls. He knows what this means-knows the questions that have been haunting me since the cookbook disappeared. If anyone holds answers, it's Aunt Merle. And I need those answers now. ******* In the visiting room, My mother stands near the window, her back straight but her fingers twistin

Talia's POVAs we near the exit, an unseen force pulls at my chest. I gasp. I can't move my feet.Then-a pull.Not physical, not something I can fight. It goes deeper, touching my core. An air ripple, a time shift.Flames from the candle sway unpredictably, as if stirred by an unseen wind. The edges of the room fade away. My vision tunnels. My heartbeat slows, and then-Darkness.Then, light appeared.A vision.I'm out of the archives now.I stand in a moonlit clearing, surrounded by the smell of wet earth and pine. The trees whisper familiar voices, pulling me toward the sound.A figure kneels in the clearing, shaking with silent sobs. She is young, with a dirty and tear-streaked face, and her long dark hair is tangled in leaves.She looks at me with luminous, regretful eyes."Forgive me," she whispers, her voice breaking. "I never wanted this."A group of shadowy figures appears from the trees before I can move. They wear black, yet I sense their overwhelming power bearing down on m

Talia's POV Strange things are beginning to happen to me after our search for the cookbook in the archives. The first time it happens, I'm brushing dirt off a silver spoon half-buried beneath a pine root, and the second I touch it, the world turns upside down.Not like in the dramatic way people say, but like gravity forgets her job. My knees give, my vision fuzzes, and a weightless heat rushes behind my eyes, burning. A voice I don't recognize, and not mine-whispers something sharp and slanted. The spoon clatters to the ground."Hey!" Bran's voice cuts through the dizziness. "Talia-hey, look at me. Stay with me."I blink. His face is so close, framed by leaves and worry lines. His hands hover just inches from my shoulders, unsure whether to touch me or watch.I grab his sleeve. Just to make sure I'm here. Now. Not wherever that flash dragged me."I'm fine," I say, but it sounds like a lie even to me. My voice is raspy, too breathy."Liar. That's your lying face. Also your 'don't tel