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

Talia's POVIt's a quiet night.Way too quiet.I'm out in the middle of the training ground, checking out the shadowy woods past our limits. I can feel this thick tension in the air, tightening around my ribs. The Misfits are all set, their weapons shining in the moonlight, and they look determined.We've prepped for this. We're all set for this.But nothing ever prepares you for war.As the wind whips past the trees, it carries away all sound.Suddenly, a lone howl pierces the night air.The first strike comes fast.The foe steps out of the shadows, with darkness wrapping around them like it's alive. Wolves with bright red eyes, moving fast and precise.These guys are no regular rogues.They battle like there's no tomorrow.I let out a growl and change my stance, my claws sinking into the ground. The fight kicks off in a whirlwind of teeth and metal. Bran appears by my side, his huge silver body crashing into the first guy before he can touch me."Stay close!" he growls through our

The traces of sunlight fade behind the treetops, leaving a sky painted in purple and gold. The air carries the scent of foods from the kitchen mixed with the remnants of the victory bonfires from yesterday's festival. Laughter ripples through the streets, and I can see the Misfits already feel safe, but I can't stop feeling that those creatures aren't yet done.I've got this sense that the battle's still on, and those creatures that ran away are definitely returning.I'm on the watchtower, keeping an eye on the town with my arms crossed. The atmosphere feels peaceful except for the celebration noise. Even when my intuition is on high alert, sending warning signals, I still can't stop them from celebrating.Bran's beside me, watching the town with me. He's been clingy lately, and it's annoying how much I've noticed that. I've gotten used to having him around. And this sucks more.We stay quiet for a while before he eventually starts talking."You never used to be this quiet," he murmur

Talia's POV"Knock! Knock!"The sound jolts me out of my thoughts.I frown, turning toward the door. Who in their right mind is knocking at this hour? Then I realize it's morning already.The morning air is crisp. The war is behind us now, but its echoes are still in the town-burned buildings waiting to be rebuilt, warriors moving slower than usual as they nurse their wounds, the weight of loss still in the air.I stretch my arms over my head as I sit up from bed. My body aches, but it's a good kind of pain-the kind that reminds me that I'm alive and that we all survived.And also, I'm not alone anymore.I rest my palm against my chest, where the warmth of my bond with Tiara still is. I have a wolf now. My wolf. A part of me I cherish the most. I'm smiling and then suddenly remember someone knocked earlier."Come in," I call.The door opens, and of course, it's Bran.He rests on the doorframe with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed. His eyes scan me from head to toe, stopping a

Talia's POVThe Starlight Pack is throwing a party for us.This action lifted my eyebrows. Lanterns swing from above the trees, filling the lawn with bright light. Long tables are loaded with delicious cuisine-roasted meats, hot bread, and fruits that look almost too good to be true. A bonfire pops in the middle; fire kindles up into midnight while wolves from the Starlight Pack and the Misfits stick together.It's like a dream.I used to get teased, overlooked and turned away here. Now? Everyone's pushing and trying to sneak a peek at me."Is that her?""She's different," another murmured in awe.I keep my expression neutral, but inside, my wolf Tiara snorts. "They're acting like you grew another head.""They never expected me to survive," I reply silently.Bran keeps pace with me, his presence grounding as we walk together. He stays quiet, but I can sense his eyes on me as we navigate the crowd. He's tense. I can tell."His wolf won't stop pacing," Tiara notes with amusement. "He's

Talia's POVMy palace balcony is peaceful under the moonlight shining on the garden. I spread my arms wide, eyes shut, savoring the fresh breeze on my skin. Months of battles and quests have passed. I'm at the Starlight Pack and need some fresh air to relax before deciding my next move.My mind is racing with thoughts about the Misfits starting anew here, and I need to help them find jobs for their survival. I'll put those worries aside and enjoy the fresh air now. A new day awaits tomorrow.I rest on the stone railing, gazing at the landscape. The Misfits finally have a home. I finally have a home.Yet, my chest is tight.Because despite all of this, surviving, rejection, leading an entire pack, winning battles, and proving my worth-there's still one thing unresolved.Bran.Tiara hums softly in my mind. "You're thinking about him again."No, I'm not, I lie, my fingers tightening on the railing.Tiara huffs in amusement. "You forget that I can feel everything you do."I exhale, raking