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

“"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.”