All Chapters of Cursed Ugly Mate: Reborn for Vengeance: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LeahThe room fell into a heavy, almost suffocating silence as the broadcast ended, the weight of the truth settling over everyone like something tangible.Ella and Martha stood frozen in front of the television, their expressions completely drained of the righteous anger they had carried in just moments ago. It was as if the ground beneath their certainty had been pulled away without warning, leaving them with nothing to hold onto except disbelief.Ella’s lips trembled slightly, her eyes still fixed on the screen as though she expected it to change back—expected the narrative to reverse itself and restore her sense of moral superiority.It didn’t. Instead, reality remained exactly where it was.Unforgiving.Unmovable.“You…” she muttered under her breath, though whether she was speaking to me or to herself, I couldn’t tell.Then, suddenly, her composure shattered.With a sharp, frustrated cry, she stomped her foot hard against the ground, the sound echoing in the room, before turning

KaelenI had made a decision very early in my life—long before I understood politics, power, or the ugly ways people twisted both—that I would never be the one to start a fight. There was enough chaos in this world without me adding to it. But if Samuel wanted one, if that infuriating excuse for a brother decided to stir trouble, then I would meet him head-on every single time, without hesitation and without regret.That had never changed.If anything, time had only sharpened that instinct.I had once thought that growing older might temper him, that responsibility might carve something resembling reason into him. Instead, he had grown more calculating, more venomous—until the day he chose to throw every accusation he could fabricate onto my name, driving me out of my own pack and sending killers after me with poisoned claws meant to end me quietly.And now—Now I stood here again, back where I belonged, thanks to Lea

KaelenThat was when I understood.Not just the situation— But him.He wasn’t just testing me. He was broken. Twisted in a way that went far beyond punishment or isolation.“Take the knife,” he said again, his voice dropping into something deeper, something heavier.Commanding.Impossible to ignore.“Do it.”Lycan voice.My body reacted before my mind could fully resist.My fingers tightened. My arm moved. Not toward him— But it moved.“No,” I growled, forcing the word out through clenched teeth. “I won’t.” The pressure intensified.Like something pressing down on my mind, bending it, trying to force it into submission.“You don’t have a choice,” he said.I could feel it. The pull.The command embedded in his voice.And I knew— No ordinary wolf could resist this.But I wa

LeahIrritation surged through me again, sharp and blinding, until it drowned out reason entirely. Without thinking, I turned and ran straight into the rain, the cold hitting me like a wall, soaking through my clothes in seconds, dragging the heat out of my skin as if punishing me for the chaos in my chest.A strong hand caught my arm from behind.I whipped around, breath unsteady. Kaelen stood there in the downpour too, as reckless as I was, maybe worse. He was completely drenched, rain streaming down the planes of his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw before disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. His silver-gray hair clung darkly to his forehead, and the thin fabric plastered itself to his body, outlining every hard line of muscle beneath. He looked less like a man and more like something carved out of the storm itself.“You idiot!” I hissed, though I wasn’t sure whether I meant him—or myself.Before I could p

LeahI fought with everything I had, shoving him hard enough to topple him sideways. I broke free, ran to my bedroom, and slammed the door shut, locking it with trembling hands.Samuel’s cold, mocking laughter echoed from the hallway, sending chills down my spine. I hugged my arms tightly and saw the fresh bruises already blooming on my skin where he had gripped me.I needed Kaelen. I needed his warmth, his strength, his reassurance more than ever. But I couldn’t call him. Not tonight. Revenge came first. Always.、The next morning, I deliberately chose a long-sleeved blouse to hide the bruises Samuel had left on my arms. I didn’t want Kaelen to worry. I didn’t want to show him any weakness.When I arrived at the Court, Ella appeared in an outrageously flamboyant hunting outfit and an enormous hat. She smiled at me with fake sweetness.“Samuel had this hunting ensemble custom-made for me,” she said loudly,