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My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He says I'm a Misfit

Chapter 2 MEET TALIA (2)

Word Count: 1258 | Released on: 12/01/2025

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, no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, their words always stick to me like glue. They settle in my mind and refuse

the food itself, but because it reminds me that breakfast can't last forever. Moments like this ne

top in front of the mirror again. I always do this, even when I alr

t doesn't. It should show strength, discipline, and control, but it doesn't either. It tells a different story. My hair is stubborn, refusing

a moment longer b

pack comes together under one roof to celebrate, like a get-together as the humans would call it. Not just t

ally understo

while people like me try to stay unnoticed. In a gathering where even seating arrangements reflect sta

on a pair of jeans that are a little too tight and a T-shirt that has clearly seen better days. I run a brus

mall shrug, giving up. There'

I hear my mother call from do

been in the kitchen-the mess gives me away every time. Still, she asks anyway. She always do

ing it on. It feels like armor. A soft barrier between me and the wor

with the smell of syrup lingering from earlier. The house feels warm, liv

m and focused, while Mom moves around, serving food. My younger brothe

h a warm smile, gesturing to a

where I'm not measured against everyone else. There's comfort here, in

s, folding his newspaper and

ven though I'm not that hungry. "Same as

nd easy. "We could put up

e I'm getting much beauty sleep anyway," I re

looking up from his ph

, rolling my eyes, though a small smile still

ts. He quickly looks back down at his phone, pretending to be focused o

ing the conversation away. "Are you r

my expression neutral and shrug. "As ready as I'

know, sweetie. Just try to have a good time, okay? It

ort

s in a pack like ours. Being seen

drains me. "I'll be there," I say, forcing a

with a nod. "Th

the kind that comes with meetin

eaches out and squeezes my hand gently. "Remem

nd back. Her words help, even if they don't f

ng to stay in my room for as long as

all knock. The visitor seems in such a hurry t

shifts

rything about him carries authority-the way he stands, the way he looks around the room like he owns it. Wh

art s

in a way I've seen many times before when someone of higher rank

stions why

ne a

the A

firm, leaving no room for

y hand. The air feels heavier, tighter

Alpha possibl

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My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He says I'm a Misfit

Nathan Donald Werewolf

“"No, this is a mistake! A wolfless, overweight werewolf can't be my mate." His words hit me hard. Alpha Bran of the Moonlight Pack doesn't even hesitate as he says it, his voice clear enough for everyone to hear. Whispers rise from the crowd almost immediately, spreading fast like wildfire. Disbelief. Judgment. Some don't even bother to lower their voices. No one tries to stop him. No one questions him. Not when it's their Alpha speaking. But I won't let them see how much it hurts. I won't give him that satisfaction. I square my shoulders and force a smile that feels like it might crack my face. "Well, Bran, I guess the Moon Goddess has a sense of humor after all," I say, ignoring the pain running through me. "Too bad she didn't give you one." Silence falls just as quickly as the whispers started. No one expects me to talk back. Not to him. Not to the Alpha. Bran's eyes turn red with anger, the faint glow of his wolf showing through. A warning. A reminder of who he is and who I am not. But I hold my ground. "Talia," he starts, his tone lower now, more dangerous, but I cut him off before he can continue. He is going to reject me anyway. There's no point letting him drag it out. "Don't worry, Bran," I say. "I'm sure there's some loophole you can find to get out of this. After all, you can't have someone like me ruining your perfect reputation, right?" A few gasps echo from the crowd. Wolves shift uneasily. Speaking to the Alpha like this is not just bold-it's wrong in every way the pack believes in. But I don't stop. The air feels tight, heavy with tension. For a moment, I see something shift in his eyes-uncertainty, maybe even conflict. The bond is there. I can feel it pulling at me. And I wonder if he feels it too. He turns away from me like I don't matter. "This conversation is over, Talia. You should leave." Just like that. No formal rejection. Just dismissal. It feels like something inside me cracks, but I don't show it. I won't give him or anyone else the chance to see me break. Not here. Not in front of wolves who already see me as less. I nod, keeping my head high, even though my chest feels tight. Then I turn and walk away, each step steady, even when it feels like I might fall apart at any second. Talia, a wolfless wolf in her pack has been a mocking object in her Pack just because she's fat, wolfless and eats like a glutton. Her situation turned worse when the Moon Goddess decided to give her Alpha Bran, their Pack 's Alpha as a mate. He rejected her on the spot. What would be Talia's fate after the rejection? Let's see.”