All Chapters of Reborn as the Unwanted Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

INDY “Are you excited to go to the coastline of Bellarium?” Irene asked as she stood by the doorway, watching me with careful eyes.I nodded as I pulled one of her dresses over my head. The fabric was soft and worn from years of use, dyed in a muted gray that blended easily with the forest. It fell loosely over my body, and when I lifted the hood attached to it, it shadowed most of my face.“Are you sure you want to wear such?” she asked, her brows knitting together.I nodded again. “It is the most comfortable. I like it a lot. It even has a hood to cover everything, too.”She shook her head, though I could not tell whether it was in amusement or concern. “You should be wearing much prettier dresses at your age.” “I prefer comfort,” I replied lightly, smoothing the sleeves over my wrists.She sighed softly but did not argue further. Instead, she turned toward Otis and Mila, who were waiting just outside the cottage.“Take care, all right?” Irene said firmly. “I cannot be with you be

INDY “Huh?” I muttered, but she asked another question. “What exactly did you see?” “I did not see,” I replied, lowering my gaze, suddenly unsure of myself. “I felt it.” Even as I spoke, I wondered why they were making such a big deal out of it. To me, it had been natural. “It was when their skin touched. There was a certain warmth to it. It just felt… alive.” Irene massaged the bridge of her nose. “It really is true,” she murmured. “What is?” I asked, my heart beginning to thud harder against my ribs.She lifted her eyes to mine. “When Lucille came to visit when she was pregnant with you, she was feeling things. She said she could sense bonds between wolves. She claimed she could connect mates together.”I swallowed. “Can’t regular wolves do it?”“They cannot, Indy,” Irene said firmly. “Not even elders like me.”A strange silence followed her words.“What you have,” she continued, her voice lowering, “is one in a million.”Otis let out a soft whistle under his breath, but Iren

INDY “You would not,” I said, though the tremor in my voice betrayed my certainty.He smirked, and there was something almost apologetic in it, though it did not soften his threat. “Everyone is having a hard time because of him,” Jude replied casually. “Especially the executive and judicial staff. The investigations are relentless. He questions every signature, every permit, every alliance. I do not have any other reason not to report your location.”I clicked my tongue in irritation, though beneath it was fear.This was not a bluff. He had stepped into my father’s former position. He was now part of the machine Rome was using to tear apart corruption. He carried responsibility on his shoulders.And I was asking him to ignore it.“What about Clara?” I asked suddenly, grasping at the first thought that came to mind.He raised a brow at the abrupt shift. “What about her?”“Aren’t they going to get married?” I pressed, my heart racing. Jude stared at me for a long second before letting

INDY I had been here for a month, and they wanted to celebrate the occasion. It was strange how quickly exile could transform into something that resembled belonging. The small cabin tucked deep within the forest had begun to feel less like a hiding place and more like a refuge. Irene insisted that a month without discovery was something worth acknowledging. Otis had even suggested roasting what little dried fruit we had left to mark the occasion.However, the winter had grown harsh, far harsher than any of us had anticipated.For the past week, the snow had not stopped. It fell in relentless sheets, swallowing the forest inch by inch until the world beyond our cabin looked like a frozen ocean of white.I already missed the sun. It was a good thing we had hunted excessively before the worst of the storm settled in. The cellar beneath the cabin was stocked with dried meat and preserved roots. Otis had proven more skilled than I expected, tracking even through early frost before the

INDY I settled in the deepest part of the cave, shivering despite every effort to appear unaffected. The stone at my back was mercilessly cold, seeping through the layers of fabric and into my bones. Every few seconds, the storm roared louder, reminding me I had to stay here for a while. Rome sat a few feet away after I told him not to speak at all.He really did not.He simply stared at me.The intensity of his gaze was almost worse than any words he could have said. I sighed, not believing my fate.Out of all the places I could have ended up tonight, I was trapped in a cave with my mate—the mate I had sworn to forget. The mate I had forced myself to survive without.Why the heck did he still have to look so pitiful yet handsome at the same time?It was cruel, really. His hair had grown slightly longer, darker strands falling over his forehead in disarray. In the darkness, with only a small fire lighting everything up, his sunken cheeks were even more pronounced. I sighed again