All Chapters of Cursed Ugly Mate: Reborn for Vengeance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LeahMy heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to break free. The man on top of me was a stranger—dangerous, bleeding, and far too heavy—yet every breath I took dragged in more of his scent, dark and smoky, like pine resin burning under a winter moon. It sank into my lungs and set my blood on fire. Fear clawed at me, sharp and rational, but beneath it ran something hotter, something that made my thighs clench and my skin prickle with need. I didn’t understand it. I’d never felt anything close to this before.His black eyes burned into mine, pupils blown wide with the same hunger I felt twisting inside me. For a second I thought he might kiss me—or kill me. Maybe both. His hips shifted, pressing harder between my legs, and I felt the unmistakable ridge of him, thick and rigid against me. A low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating through my body. My breath hitched; heat flooded me so fast I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.He was already working his belt open with on

LeahAman, the Moon Growler Pack’s arrogant Omega butler, standing ramrod straight in his crisp black uniform, nose already wrinkled as though the very air around me offended him.He hadn’t seen me yet. His eyes were flicking over the crowd, searching for someone prettier, someone worth his time.I let the moment stretch.Then I spoke, voice calm and low, carrying just enough to cut through the dockside noise.“Excuse me—are you from the Moon Growler Pack?”Aman turned. The instant his gaze hit my face, those red blotches that still marred my skin in this timeline, his lip curled in undisguised disgust. Confirmation settled over his features like he’d just confirmed a bad smell.“Miss Leah White from Night Shadow Pack, I presume?” His tone dripped with the bare minimum of politeness. “I am the butler assigned to escort you. Miss Ella Cole arrived earlier with Madam Martha. They are already at the estate. If you’ll follow me.”He didn’t offer his name.In wolf society, that omission wa

LeahMartha’s face drained of color so fast it looked like someone had sucked the life out of her. She stared at the white fox cloak crumpled on the marble floor like it had personally betrayed her.“Leah White,” she hissed, voice trembling with barely contained rage, “what do you mean by throwing my gift on the ground like trash?”The room held its breath. That cloak wasn’t just expensive—it was a deliberate humiliation, a heavy, ostentatious thing meant to make me look ridiculous next to Ella’s sleek elegance. Martha had expected me to wear it, squirm under the laughter, and thank her for the “kindness.” Instead, I’d turned it into a weapon.Before I could answer, Agnes’s voice cut through the tension, sharp with surprise.“Leah… your hand.”I lifted it slowly, palm up. Several crimson beads welled up on the snow-white skin of my fingers, stark and glistening against the flawless backdrop. The tiny punctures were already swelling, angry red rings forming around them.Martha’s eyes w

LeahMartha’s face crumpled like wet paper. The triumph she’d worn seconds ago vanished, replaced by a flash of raw panic.“Leah White,” she spat, voice shaking with fury, “what the hell do you think you’re doing, throwing my gift on the floor like garbage?”That white fox cloak wasn’t just fur—it was one of Night Shadow’s prized heirlooms, thick and luxurious, deliberately chosen to make me look like a ridiculous child playing dress-up in front of the entire pack. She’d expected gratitude. Humiliation. Obedience. Not this.Before she could spit another word, Agnes’s voice sliced through the tension.“Leah… your hand.”I lifted it slowly, turning my palm toward the light. Several perfect crimson beads welled up from the tiny punctures, vivid against my suddenly flawless skin. The contrast was brutal—snow-white flesh against fresh blood. Gasps rippled outward.Martha’s eyes locked on the drops. Her throat worked visibly. Fear, real and ugly, flickered behind her outrage.“Bring the clo

MarthaThe door to my chambers slammed open with enough force to rattle the crystal decanter on the sideboard. Ella stormed in, cheeks flushed, silver-gray hair swinging like a whip behind her.“Mother!” she hissed, slamming the door shut again. “Did you hear? That old hag Agnes just invited Leah to the Silver Moon Pack—for Her Royal Highness’s eightieth birthday banquet. She’s parading the little freak in front of the Lycan King’s mother, hoping for a royal blessing on Leah and Samuel’s marriage!”I let out a low, mirthless laugh and poured myself a generous measure of aged whiskey. The amber liquid caught the lamplight like trapped fire.“Let her go,” I said calmly, swirling the glass. “Silver Moon is the pinnacle of our world. Leah—the country-bred, blotch-faced monster who’s never set foot in a proper court—will walk in there and be torn apart by their stares alone. She’ll humiliate herself without us lifting a finger.”Ella’s ice-blue eyes narrowed. “You’re not listening! She’ll