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

Chapter 3 CAUTION

Word Count: 1341 | Released on: 12/01/2025

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to sound brave, but deep d

and down, taking in every detail like he's judging more than just my appearance. "I've noticed your appearance, Talia. The way

Of course, it's about how I look. It's always about that. It has

or argument. "We can't afford any embarrassment, Talia. You need to control yourself, understand? Dress properly and e

rt less than this. I already know the pack doesn't think much of me, but hearing it direct

y knuckles turning white as I

ge to say. The words feel h

Make sure you're ready by tonight. We all need to put in our best to ma

of us?

thing more to say. Nothing more worth his time. The door closes behi

runs th

stand still for a few seconds, the plate still in my han

eir faces even though they try not to show too much. In a pack where hierarchy matters, they know th

'm holding and place the plate on the counter

upstairs,

ponse. I already know

he silence that lingered in the house. When I reach my room and clo

looks the sa

g has

thinking about his words. About what

"proper" in just a few hours. I don't even kn

now one

words affect me. I won't give them

I was supposed to go earlier, before Alpha Bran's interruption. Mom doesn't m

nother thing I can do without thinking t

rab a grocery bag, and wa

es now," I say with a

both look up at me, and for a moment, I can tell they want to say something. M

hey d

jus

fore the silence

ounds and smells of daily life greet me. Wolves move around in small grou

just been remin

fabric can shield me from the looks I know are c

htly as I move deepe

too busy talking among themselves, their focus completely else

doesn

ther, the l

ges, whispers that start low and suddenly stop when

tern I kno

e space is usually reserved for those being groomed into warriors, wolves with strengt

ce me imm

with amusement, like I'm something to be ob

t, his tone mocking. "How's it goi

ng each other like he's s

nd respond the on

of pancakes," I say, patting my stomach lightly.

st into

ng, my steps a little faster now, putti

und follow

ng after I've left them behind. My chest feels

to ignore it, their wor

ise of the pack fades, unti

icker and the air feels quieter. It's a place I've come to know

it, I let out

ide down until I'm sitting on the g

don't have

ugh my hair. I close my eyes, trying to bloc

hey l

re ahead, the silence

t of the time. I'm an outcast in my home, a

I try to fit in, it n

round and turn it over in my hand

ng doesn'

ever

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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.”