Semua Bab My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Alpha Bran's POVThe smell of blood fills the air, heavy and hard to breathe in. It's all chaos here on the battlefield with growls, biting jaws, and the heart-wrenching shouts of the fallen. My warriors and the rogues in a battle for goddess know why; their furs are all messed up with dirt and blood. Fabian stirs inside me, always on edge, his energy throbbing under my skin, craving more chaos.We've been going at it for what feels like forever, yet these rogues just keep coming back. They fight with a sense of urgency like they need to win. I just can't wrap my head around it.Williams battles alongside me, his actions quick and on point. He digs his claws into one enemy's chest and tears the rogue to shreds, breathing heavily. For a second, his eyes catch mine, and it's clear we're both thinking the same thing. Can't they just give it a rest?I sink my claws into the throat of a rogue who charges at me, twisting his head hard. I hear his sharp snap in the night, and suddenly he fal

Bran's POVThe air smells of moist ground and pine, mixed with a sharp metallic whiff of blood that clings to my outfit. The palace is quiet but not peaceful. The whole place is thick with tension and secrets ready to unfold. I'm going to find out whatever Bella thinks she’s hiding.I enter the meeting room, with just one lantern lighting up the place and making shadows dance on the wooden walls. My Beta, Williams, is already up and looking serious as he stands before the long oak table. He knows the reason we're here. Everyone does. Rumors are all over the place. The murmurs are increasing in intensity, slamming into the boundaries of my territory.My mate may have betrayed me.My Luna might be carrying the blood of rogues.I refuse to believe it without proof. I refuse to act on instincts alone. But if this is true, if Bella has defiled the sanctity of this pack with a child that isn't mine, I will not show mercy."You're late," Williams says, his blue eyes assessing me, looking for

Bella's POVChains bite into my wrists, cold and stiff. Their weight drags me down, a reminder of my fall from grace.I sit in the cubicle, my hands bound, my ankles locked together. The silence around me is suffocating, except for the faint murmur of voices beyond the thick wooden doors of the council chamber. They're deciding my fate.But I already know the verdict.I should have seen it coming the moment Bran looked at me with something worse than hatred. A man like him doesn't hold grudges; he simply wipes away the existence of those who betray him.A shudder runs through me, but I mask it with a measured breath. Fear is weakness. And I refuse to let them see me weak.The doors creak open.Light spills into the confined space, showing the strong faces of warriors who step forward to seize my arms. Their grip is firm, and so are their movements. They don't speak to me. I'm not worth words anymore.I'm dragged forward into the hall, the scent of burning torches mixing with the stale

Talia's POV The training ground is lit up with torches as the night approaches. The air is filled with the smell of wet soil and sweat mixed with burning wood. Warriors are out in groups, talking while the noise of swords clashing fills the air. I gulp, feeling my stomach twist and my nerves high with excitement. What's going on here? Alpha Axton told me it was time to start training and show my worth to the pack. I get it, the truth is I need to work on my self-control. The effect of the portion I took is still in my veins. It comes whenever my anger triggers and leaves when I'm calm. I need to learn how to control it before things get out of hand. I keep clenching and unclenching my fist to help myself feel more centred. "Alright, Talia.". Axton's voice is steady, but there's a sharpness in it like a challenge. He moves forward, gazing round the warriors before nodding toward a woman standing apart from the rest. Lyric. She's got a tall, slender body and tons of streng

Alpha Axton's POV The wind howls through the treetops, carrying the distant murmur of the pack settling in for the night. The torches around the training grounds flicker, their glow barely reaching the forest's edge. I stand at the perimeter, watching as the flames dance, casting restless shadows over the ground. This is my burden. The Misfit Pack. A collection of wolves marked unworthy by wolves in the Packs, rejected, cast aside, left to fend for themselves. I took them in, built a home for them, and swore to protect them. But deep down, I know the truth, and the truth is I'm not capable enough to protect them. All these years, I had hopes of having a wolf, but it never happened. My fingers tighten around the edge of my cloak. No one knows about this. They assume my strength and control come from something more than sheer willpower. But the truth is just as they are, I'm also powerless because I'm wolfless and a human. The weight of my title presses heavier each day. I stand