《Cursed Ugly Mate: Reborn for Vengeance》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

LeahThe owner crossed his arms. “You’ve got nothing but trouble. I told you yesterday—no more. Go sleep it off somewhere else.”The tallest kid sneered and reached across the counter. That was my cue.I stepped forward before Kaelen could move.“Hey,” I said, voice calm but carrying. “Back off.”Three heads swiveled toward me. Recognition flickered in their eyes—probably from the viral video. One of them laughed, short and ugly.“Look who it is—the hero girl. What, you gonna save this old bastard too?”Kaelen shifted behind me, but I held up a hand. I had this.I smiled—small, cold. “You’re jonesing pretty hard. I can smell it from here. Acodonna, right? Bad batch?”The leader’s smirk faltered. “What’s it to you?”I shrugged. “Nothing. Except I’m a doctor. And I can tell you that twitch in your left eye means your next dose is going to send you into seizures. You’ve got maybe two hours before your heart gives out.”All three of them froze.I kept going, voice soft and matter-of-fact.

LeahThe road narrowed as we approached the royal hunting grounds, trees closing in until the asphalt felt like a tunnel carved through green shadow. I kept my eyes on the centerline, fingers tight on the wheel, but the silence between us had grown teeth. Kaelen’s earlier words still hung in the air—his quiet declaration that power was everything, that women were rewards, that Ella would always be the one he loved. Every syllable had cut deeper than I wanted to admit.I couldn’t let it sit.“You want to be Alpha?” I said, voice low but steady. “Then you need a pack behind you. An Alpha isn’t one wolf standing alone. We’ve survived this long because we move as packs—everywhere, always. You can be the bravest, the most visionary, the most ambitious wolf in the kingdom, but if you lose the loyalty of the wolves who follow you, you lose everything.” I flicked my eyes toward him. “Including me.”Kaelen’s profile hardened. The easy charm vanished; something colder took its place.“So that’s

LeahI stared at the black pool beneath Diamond Fall. The water looked like liquid obsidian—deep, cold, and utterly lightless. The roar of the waterfall pounded against my skull, drowning out every rational thought. I hated water. Always had. The way it closed over your head, stole your breath, turned the world into muffled darkness. Even now, standing at the edge, my chest felt tight with old, childish panic.Kaelen treaded water below me, dark hair plastered to his forehead, droplets sliding down the sharp lines of his throat. He looked up with that infuriating half-smile.“Trust me,” he said over the roar. “There’s a tunnel. Narrow, but clear. It leads straight to the top.”I swallowed. My wolf paced inside me—restless, eager, unafraid. She wanted to follow him anywhere. Into fire. Into dark. Into death if he asked.But I wasn’t her. Not entirely.I exhaled once, sharp and final.Then I kicked off my boots, peeled off the hoodie, and slid into the pool.The cold hit like a slap—sho

LeahWe emerged from the tunnel gasping, water streaming off our skin as we hauled ourselves onto the flat crown of Diamond Cliff. The roar of the falls fell away behind us, replaced by the sudden hush of high altitude—wind sighing through grass, the distant cry of a hawk, the soft rattle of loose stones underfoot. The plateau stretched wide and empty under a sky turning the color of bruised plums. No guards. No patrols. Just wind and wildflowers and the faint metallic scent of altitude.I didn’t waste time catching my breath. I started searching immediately—methodical, relentless—turning over every rock, parting every clump of silver grass, running my fingers through the thin soil. Kaelen moved silently beside me, mirroring my pattern, though I could feel his eyes on me more often than on the ground.After nearly an hour of crawling through dirt and sharp pebbles, my fingers brushed something different—cool, slightly ridged, buried just beneath the surface. I dug carefully. A pale, f

LeahI didn’t see Samuel until it was too late.I had just stepped into the shadowed corridor behind the main hall—still dusty from the road, still carrying the faint scent of waterfall mist and Kaelen’s coat—when the wheelchair rolled silently out from an alcove. The hallway was narrow, lined with tall windows that spilled late-afternoon gold across the marble. No servants. No witnesses. Just the soft squeak of wheels and the sudden drop in temperature as Samuel blocked my path.He looked up at me with that same gentle, cultured smile he always wore in public—pale gold hair catching the light, ice-blue eyes soft with concern. The thin silk shirt he’d worn yesterday was gone; in its place was a crisp white button-down, sleeves rolled to the elbow, collar open at the throat. He looked every inch the tragic, beautiful heir—fragile, refined, untouchable.I should have known better.“Leah,” he said quietly, voice smooth as river stone. “You ignored me in front of everyone just now.”I sto