All Chapters of Cursed Ugly Mate: Reborn for Vengeance: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LeahKaelen held me carefully, one arm wrapped securely around my waist, the other supporting my back, his grip strong yet cautious, as if he was constantly calculating how not to hurt me.I leaned into him without thinking. Just for a second.Just enough to feel that sense of grounding I had been missing.“You found me,” I murmured, my voice softer now, though I forced a hint of sharpness into it out of habit. “What, were you planning to break in if I didn’t come out?”“There’s nothing in this world that could keep me from you,” he replied, his tone steady, certain in a way that left no room for doubt. “No matter where you are, I’ll find you.”I let out a quiet breath that almost turned into a laugh.“You should have stayed a rogue,” I said lightly, though there was something deeper beneath the words.He leaned closer, his voice dropping just enough

LeahThe terrace felt like a secret that existed outside of time, suspended between night and morning, where the air carried a softness that made everything seem quieter, closer, more intimate than it should have been. The flowers beneath us were still cool from the night, their petals brushing against my skin whenever I shifted, releasing faint traces of fragrance that lingered between us, blending with the warmth of his body in a way that made it difficult to separate one sensation from another.Kaelen had not moved away after laying me down among the blossoms, and I had not asked him to.Instead, I found myself watching him in that fragile light, where the first hints of gold began to touch the edges of his face, softening the sharpness of his features without diminishing the quiet strength that seemed to exist in everything he did. There was something almost disarming about the way he looked at me, not with hesitation or calculation, but with a kind of certainty that I had never k

LeahBy the time we arrived at the center of the pack, the entire space had already transformed into something far more imposing than usual, as though the land itself had been reshaped to accommodate the weight of tradition and expectation that now hung in the air.A massive arena had been constructed at the heart of the grounds, a raised platform surrounded by tightly packed earth, its edges reinforced with thick wooden beams that bore the marks of past battles. The surface itself was worn, uneven in places, carrying the silent history of countless fights that had taken place long before this one.Wolves from different packs filled the surrounding space, their presence unmistakable even before I could see them clearly. The air was thick with tension, anticipation rippling through the crowd as groups gathered, voices low but charged, eyes constantly shifting toward the arena as though waiting for something inevitable to begin.This was not just a gatherin

LeahWe had both been omegas in Moon Shadow Pack.That fact alone had defined our childhoods in ways that no one ever bothered to question, because in a pack like ours, strength determined worth, and anything less was treated as expendable.We had not become friends in the way that others did, through shared interests or easy companionship, but through something quieter, something born out of necessity rather than choice.We understood what it meant to be overlooked.We understood what it meant to be tolerated rather than accepted.And more importantly, we understood what it meant to endure.I remembered the way he used to appear without warning, slipping into the spaces where I hid from the rest of the pack, carrying whatever scraps of food he had managed to secure without drawing attention to himself. He never made a show of it, never acted as though he was doing something generous or heroic, because we both knew that survival did n

LeahThe moment the blade shattered, a silence rippled through the arena that felt heavier than any roar, as though the entire pack had collectively forgotten how to breathe, and I stood frozen in place with my heart lodged somewhere high in my throat, staring at the broken fragments that fell uselessly to the wooden planks instead of burying themselves inside Kaelen’s body where they had so clearly been meant to go.I had seen the movement a fraction of a second before it happened, had recognized the unnatural gleam hidden inside the splintered edge of the platform, and in that instant every nerve inside me had ignited with the cold certainty that this had never been a fair fight, that this entire so-called challenge had been engineered with surgical precision to end in Kaelen’s death, and yet even with that realization burning through me, my body had been too far away, my voice too slow, my hands too empty to intervene.The impact never came.