All Chapters of Unwritten Mates : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61 – Breakable

(Luca’s perspective)I’ve faced a lot of crap in my life. Fought battles I wasn’t ready for, took hits that should’ve left me dead, and carried burdens no one else even saw. But this?This was something else entirely.Quinn.Mated. To Cale.The moment he hinted at it—casually, like it was nothing—I felt the air shift. It wasn’t just the atmosphere; it was like the earth itself tilted beneath me. A force, raw and gut-wrenching, dug into my chest.It settled deep in my bones, an ache I couldn’t shake.And my heart?Gone.Ripped. Shattered. Scattered into a million pieces, each one cutting deeper than the last.I didn’t even realize my hands had curled into fists until I felt the sharp sting. My claws had broken through my skin. Blood pooled in my palms, warm and sticky. The pain barely registered—lost in the storm of rage swirling inside me.I turned around. Walked. No. Stormed away from the gala.Quinn’s voice called after me, a soft echo of concern and confusion. I didn’t stop. I could

Chapter 62 – The Luna he will get

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains contents of violence that may disturb sensitive readers and can be triggering for survivors of trauma and abuse.(Quinn’s perspective)I lay on the cold stone floor, the chill biting into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my bones. Every part of me throbbed, a dull reminder of what I had become—a prisoner, a plaything for the pack to break.My breathing was shallow, each inhale laced with pain. Ribs—probably cracked. Lips—split and crusted with dried blood. Eye—swollen shut. The room stank of iron, sweat, and fear. My fear. Their victory.They’d beaten me again today, just like yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that.At first, I thought I’d die from it. I hoped I would. Death would’ve been a mercy, an escape. But no. My cursed blood healed me. Every single time. Bones snapped back into place, bruises faded, and cuts stitched themselves together. I was the perfect punching bag—never staying broken long enough

Chapter 63 – Without You

(Luca’s perspective)I used to believe in things like love. Loyalty. Humanity. I thought those things made us strong—made me strong.They didn’t. They made me weak. A fool. A dreamer who thought he could keep his world intact with hope and sheer determination.But hope is a liar.It whispered in my ear for months, telling me she’d come back. That I’d find her. That Quinn would be okay.She wasn’t.I knew it the moment I burned the last picture of her. The edges curled under the flame, the image of her face shrinking into black ash. That photograph was the final piece of her—the last link to the boy I used to be.The boy who searched for her.The boy who loved her.Gone.I stood there, staring into the fire as the smoke curled into the night sky. My hand tightened around the lighter until my knuckles turned white. This was it. The final step.I let the lighter fall into the flames, and with it, I let Quinn go.I used to think I was different from my father. That I could lead this pack w

Chapter 64 – Trinity

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains contents of violence that may disturb sensitive readers and can be triggering for survivors of trauma and abuse.(Quinn’s perspective)Pain used to be a constant. Not the kind that fades after a few hours or even days. No, this was the kind that buried itself so deep in your bones that it felt like it would be part of you forever. But now… I don’t feel it anymore.The first time I noticed it, I thought I’d gone numb. It wasn’t a slow process either—one day, I was screaming and thrashing under their blows; the next, I just... stopped. The barbed wire bat hit my ribs with a sickening thwack, but I didn’t flinch. The guard cursed under his breath and swung it again, harder this time. Still nothing. My skin tore, and my bones ached, but there was no reaction. No sound. No satisfaction for them.I’d won that day. Not because I fought back. No, because I didn’t. They couldn’t break me anymore. Their weapons, their fists, their fire—none of it mattered.

Chapter 65 – The Ultimate Test

The smell of rosewater and jasmine clung to my skin, the oils still fresh from the omega women’s hands. My skin felt slick and soft, like I’d been molded from wax and dipped in honey. They’d scrubbed every inch of me, their faces blank as they worked. No words. No kindness. Just hands rough from duty. My hair was pulled back, loose curls spilling over my shoulders, and the dress they’d given me—if it could be called a dress—was nothing more than a slip of silk clinging to my body like a second skin. Every part of me was on display. Every flaw. Every scar. Every reminder of what had been done to me.But they didn’t see that. No one did. Not anymore.I caught my reflection in the mirror across the room and barely recognized myself. Pale blue eyes, sharp and unyielding. Not the dull, lifeless stare I’d seen for years. My gaze flickered with something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Control. Purpose.He thinks he’s testing me.“Trinity,” I whispered in my mind, my lips unmoving."I’m here, s

Chapter 66 – More Freedom

Being "perfect" was never something I aimed for, but here I am, sitting in a high-end café dressed in a sleek beige outfit that hugs every inch of me like a second skin. My legs are crossed just so, my posture elegant and deliberate. The soft leather of the chair beneath me feels too plush, like it knows I don't belong here. But I make it look like I do. My every movement is measured, calculated, and graceful. I lift my coffee cup to my lips, pinky slightly raised, and sip slowly. My eyes stay forward, focused, even though I can feel the stares of passersby through the glass window.They always look. Men. Women. Even the baristas try to be subtle but fail miserably. I can’t blame them. It’s the aura I’ve built. I’m not just another woman sitting in a café. I’m the Luna. Cale’s Luna.The girl who once flinched at the mention of his name is gone. She’s buried so deep I doubt I could dig her up if I tried. This version of me? She walks beside him into meetings with alphas of other packs,

Chapter 67 – One Month to Burn it all

The sun was setting low behind the towering Blackthorn estate, casting streaks of amber and crimson across the sky. The place looked more like a fortress than a home, with its wrought-iron gates and endless rows of perfectly trimmed hedges. My heart was already in my throat, but when I saw her walking toward us, I felt my chest tighten like a vice.Casey.Her smile was polite but sharp, the kind that felt like it was carved from marble—cold, unyielding, and fake as hell. She strolled up with the grace of someone who knew she was untouchable, her sleek navy-blue dress hugging her figure just enough to be classy but not so much as to be vulgar. Her eyes flicked to me, lingering for a moment longer than necessary, and I knew she was assessing me. Calculating.“They’re waiting for you inside,” Casey said, her eyes darting to Cale like she wasn’t sure if she should curtsy or bow. Her gaze barely touched me. To her, I wasn’t a threat. Not yet, anyway.Cale’s grip on my arm tightened as if h

Chapter 68 - Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing

(Luca’s perspective)I heard them before I saw them. Laughter — light and airy, like bells chiming in the distance. Except it wasn’t distant. It was here. In my house.My jaw clenched so hard I thought I heard a crack.The front door swung open, and there she was. Quinn. Arm in arm with him.Cale.I swear the world tilted on its axis. For a second, I thought I’d imagined it — like some twisted nightmare I’d wake up from, drenched in sweat. My wolf went absolutely berserk, howling and wanting to come out which confused the fuck out of me. My wolf didn't react this crazy the first time I laid eyes on Quinn years back. My grip on the bannister tightened and I wondered if the wood would snap beneath my hand. I didn’t move. I just stood there, watching. She was different. No, not different — wrong. Everything about her posture, her smile, the way she kept her gaze forward as if she didn’t even notice me standing there. It was like she’d been replaced with a hollowed-out version of herself.

Chapter 69 - Close Encounter

(Luca’s perspective)“Prepared?” I scoff, jerking my thumb toward my chest. “I’m the groom, Quinn. All I’m supposed to do is show up, say ‘I do,’ and not trip on the way to the altar. I’m already ahead of schedule.”“You’re impossible,” she snaps, shoving her chair back as she stands. “Fine. If you’re not going to help, I’ll do it myself.”“Oh no, you don’t,” I say, standing just as fast. The legs of my chair screech across the floor, and a couple of people glance our way. “You’re not about to pull that martyr act on me, Quinn. Sit. Down.”“Make me,” she shoots back, eyes blazing.I’m around the table before I’ve even realized I’ve moved. We’re toe-to-toe, face-to-face, both breathing harder than we should be. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest rising and falling in sharp, angry breaths. I’m close enough to see the fire in her eyes, that mix of fury and something else—something I’m not supposed to notice. Something I’m definitely not supposed to feel.“You’re so stubborn,” I mutter, voi

Chapter 70 - Little Red Riding Hood

(Quinn’s perspective)I’m halfway down the street when Trinity’s voice rattles in my head like an airhorn.“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” she snaps, sharp as a whip crack.“Away from him,” I mutter under my breath, my eyes locked on the pavement ahead of me. Each step is harder than it should be; my heart is thudding loud enough I’m sure the whole street can hear it.“You’re acting like a child,” Trinity fires back. “Get your stubborn butt back in there.”“Nope.” I shove my hands into my pockets, picking up my pace. “Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.”“He’s sitting there all alone, looking like a kicked puppy, and you’re just walking away? Real mature, Quinn.”“He’s not a puppy, he’s a wolf, and he’s perfectly fine being alone,” I shoot back, my voice low but fierce. “Besides, he’s the one who—”“Yeah, yeah,” Trinity interrupts, her tone mocking. “He’s the worst, he’s insufferable, he’s an egotistical jerk, blah blah blah. I’ve heard it all before. Funny how you’re still

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