All Chapters of Reborn as the Unwanted Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

INDY “Everly Rain, I hope your teeth rot for what you did to Clara,” I muttered, reading as a new comment popped up on the latest chapter of my story. “That’s a new one,” I chuckled. “They haven’t come for my teeth before.” “Oh, here’s another one.” “Are you seriously trying to make us feel bad for Lucinda? Girl, be for real. I’ll find where you fucking live and make sure you—” “Okay, that’s enough,” I said, shutting my laptop and closing my eyes. My temples were hurting from writing the entire day. Scratch that. I wrote some, deleted some, then wrote some, and deleted some more. It took me a groveling five hours to put out a single chapter, but the moment I uploaded it, the comments told me it was shit. Let me explain something first. I write werewolf books. However, there’s one teenie-weenie, minuscule, microscopic, not even slightly visible problem—I hate werewolf books. I hate their rules and their pack dynamics. I also hate how some of the men can act like utter

INDYThe first thing Rome did was gently grab Clara and pull her into his arms. Lucio straightened and cleared his throat, turning to the side and crossing his arms in front of his chest. Rome inspected Clara’s wound carefully before turning to me with a sharp glare. I had the urge to raise both hands to claim my innocence, but I couldn’t even do that. I—this character—had done this to Clara. “Lucio,” he started off, his voice deeper than what I had imagined. No wonder he was the most wanted man in this country. I shook my head. I was getting distracted again. “Take Clara to the hospital.”“Yes, brother,” Lucio said, bowing his head slightly.Clara tried to counter his request. “It’s really alright, Alpha. Lady Lucindabella didn’t mean to do—”Rome cut her right away. “No arguments.”Lucio took Clara’s arm and pulled her in the direction of the clinic, glaring at me one last time.Goodness, I may get cooked alive with how heated all of these people were staring at me—especially Rom

INDY “Okay, so this is really happening,” I muttered, finally coming to accept everything. I realized I hadn’t looked at myself just yet, so I went to the bathroom, which once again felt larger than my past apartment, and turned on the lights. A figure stared back at me, making me flinch instantly. The girl staring back at me had big, artificially curly hair, dark makeup, and a very ill-fitting gown. Seriously! No wonder I was getting lightheaded. Who wears a corset indoors? Still, her striking features couldn’t be hidden. She had a button nose, big light brown eyes, and plump, pink lips. Her skin was more on the olive side, and her hair appeared to have natural highlights. Reaching for my back, I quickly unraveled the corset, sighing in relief when I could finally breathe properly. Then, I went to the shower and turned on the heater to its full capacity, making sure to wash everything off. I didn’t mind how the water slightly scalded my skin. I felt like I needed to go thro

ROME She wants to break off the engagement? And what was that? She wants me to call her Indy? I couldn’t believe my ears. Lucindabella has always been vile. I wanted to stay as far away from her as possible for as long as possible. However, she turned out to be my mate. I felt that the Moon Goddess was punishing me when it manifested on her 21st birthday. She was everything I loathed, personified. Tonight, she once again sneaked into my room, but it was different than before. She wasn’t wearing lingerie, nor was she made up. Instead, her hair was in its natural state, and her face was bare. I was a bit startled when I first saw her this evening, but I knew this was one of her schemes again. Running my fingers through my hair, I went out of my room to the dining room. My father, Osiris, was reading his usual newspaper, with my younger brother, Lucio, next to him. As I sat in my usual seat, I felt myself frown. For once, Lucinda wasn’t here. “Where’s your fiancée?” my fathe

INDY The reaction that followed right after was… phenomenal, to say the least. From a young age, they always thought of me as obsessed with Rome. My father didn’t even have to force me to marry him. I was the one who brought it up in the first place. So, hearing this confession must have shocked them to the brim. My father stood from his seat, narrowing his eyes to see if this was one of my tricks to elicit a reaction from him. However, he must have sensed the sincerity behind my eyes because a disbelieving smile appeared on his lips. “Did you do something?” he asked. “I think the right question is—did you hurt your head?” Tristan asked. “What’s gotten into you?” “I’ve done a lot of things,” I said. “And I’m completely fine. I just had an epiphany that forcing a man who does not want to marry me into a marriage isn’t something I want to live with for the rest of my life.” “I know the preparations are already underway, and I sincerely apologize for all the trouble I’ve