บททั้งหมดของ My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I sigh, poking at the pancakes with my fork. "Why do I even care?" I mumble. "It's not like their opinions matter." But the truth is that no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, their words always stick to me like glue, making it hard to stop the feeling that I will always be an outsider in my pack, no matter how hard I try to fit in.My last bite of the pancake, I can say, is bitter and, at the same time, sweet. The reason is that it reminds me that breakfast can't last forever. I push the plate away, lean back in my chair, and take a long breath. I returned to my room, looking at myself again through the mirror. This is what I always do, but the mirror never seems to work in my favour. My reflection always stares back at me, showing me a combination of resistance and acceptance. My figure and my curves are fuller than the sleek, toned-bodied of the others. My hair is stubborn and refuses to be tamed, no matter how much I brush or smooth it down. And to make matters w

Talia's POVBut it's hard. So dmn hard. And as much as I try to convince myself that I don't care what they think, a part of me does. A part of me wants to be accepted. A part of me wants to have what they have - a place in the Pack, a sense of purpose, and, most of all, a wolf to call my own.But that's not my reality. Eventually, I force myself to get up, brushing the dirt from my jeans. I can't stay out here forever, much as I'd like to. The day is only just beginning, and there are still preparations for tonight - a gathering I'd much rather avoid but one I know I have no choice but to attend.With one last look at the trees, I head back toward the pack, straight to the grocery store, pick some and go back home.On my return, I see the house is already busy with activity. My mother is in full-on preparation mode, flitting about the kitchen as she oversees the final touches for tonight's feast. My father is polishing his boots by the fireplace, while Jackson lays out on the couch,

Talia's POV A warm sensation arises from the back of my neck and flows down my spine. My vision blurs for some time, and when it clears, everywhere becomes clearer. The voices around me fade, and all I can feel is his presence, his energy as if an invisible thread is pulling me toward him.A series of thoughts on my mind. I'm at a point of confusion, but something suddenly stops my confusion, and then I realize I am feeling the mate bond. It's overwhelming as I am feeling a sudden connection to someone I never expected, someone I barely know outside his role as Alpha. My breath seizes, and I struggle to keep my emotions in check as the realization of my feelings becomes clearer. Alpha Bran is my mate.I freeze. This can't be happening. Not now and definitely not with him. My thoughts are bouncing between disbelief and the undeniable bond, about how it's supposed to feel, but nothing could have prepared me for this. I feel dizzy.Jackson's voice snaps me back to reality "Talia, are yo

Talia's POV "Did you just say that to Bran in front of everyone?" Serena, my only friend in the Pack, asks, speaking with a voice that combines unbelief and amusement. She's leaning against a tree, with crossed arms and her brows raised. Nodding, I become aware of how exhausted I feel after what just happened. "I had to, Serena. He left me no choice." My heart is still beating from the encounter."I can't believe you're the same girl who once hid in the kitchen to avoid talking to the butcher's son. Now you're out here, taking on the Alpha?" Serena shakes her head and whistles.I chuckle, though it sounds more like a sigh. "I guess desperate times call for desperate measures," I don't even know what I'm doing anymore, maybe he wasn't going to reject me? I didn't allow him to speak before I cut him off. But I was sure I heard him say he wouldn't take an oversized mate like me. So he was going to reject me. Serena grins and moves closer to me. "Well, the Moon Goddess must've been bor

Talia's POV"Talia?" my mother calls as she enters my room."Yeah, Mom?" I nod and sit up straight on the floor, wiping my tears.She purses and then comes closer, to sit beside me. "I want you to have this," she says, handing me a small, worn book. "I think it will be helpful." she voices.I take the book from her, and I immediately recognize it. It's my grandmother's recipe book, filled with old, recipes, which each is a memory of love. I happily flip through the pages. "Thanks, Mom," I say."You've always found comfort in cooking. It's time for you to own this book. I remember my mother told me, specifically, that it's yours, and I will see the sign when it's time for you to own it. Now's the time.," she informs, looking right into my eyes and I think I understand what she's trying to communicate. I nod, tracing the faded ink on one of the pages. "It's been a while since I looked at this," I say slowly, having no intention of making anyone else hear me."You used to spend hours in