Reborn as the Unwanted Mate
Indiana Sage wakes up inside her own werewolf novel-not as the loved main character but as the hated villain. Now reborn as Lady Lucindabella Pendragon, she's doomed to die painfully.
She's already ruined lives, forced an engagement, and tried to destroy the kingdom's greatest love story. Worse, she's engaged to Alpha Romanov "Rome" Windsor, the cold, dangerously powerful wolf prince who despises her and has every reason to.
Determined to survive, Indy breaks the engagement and steps off the villain's path. She helps Rome fall in love with Clara, the woman he's meant to choose. But the more she stays out of the spotlight, the more attention she draws. The kingdom starts watching. Other men start wanting her. And Rome can't stop watching the woman who now refuses to fight for him.
As desire tangles with regret, Indy realizes the story is no longer following the script she wrote. She was supposed to fade into the background. Instead, she becomes the one everyone wants.
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Chapter 10
INDY
The car ride was completely silent, and I felt myself suffocating with how thick the air was. I knew I didn't do anything wrong, but why did it feel like I did? A shiver ran down my spine because of how cold Rome's glare was.
"Umm, Mr. Gerald," I muttered, startling the driver. He turned to me with wide eyes.
"Yes, Miss Lucindabella?"
I flinched slightly when he used my full name. "You may call me Indy from now on," I said, startling him further. "Can you turn up the temperature a bit?"
"Don't," Rome said right away. "I'm hot."
I pursed my lips and turned to the side. Gerald was going to listen to him, of course. The old man has been working with Windsors since the Queen was still a teen. With that, I sighed and crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"I knew it," he muttered.
I turned to him again, raising one brow. "What now?"
He shook his head. "You're doing all of this to get my attention."
"I am not," I said exasperatedly. I felt someone's gaze on us, so I looked at the rearview mirror and saw Mr. Gerald listening intently to our conversation. However, he quickly averted his gaze when our eyes met through the mirror.
"I shouldn't have believed in you-not even for a second. You've harmed everyone around me to push through with this marriage, and now you want to call it off?"
"Is that so hard to believe?" I asked, turning to him completely. He turned to me and looked me in the eyes. I put on the sincerest expression possible; however, I got distracted by the color of his eyes. There were some specks of gold in them, too.
He clicked his tongue and turned to the side. I snapped out of it and also looked away, wringing my arms. There wasn't anything wrong with admiring my mate, right? That was all there was to it.
"Anyway, you should convince my father to break off the engagement."
With those words, the car came to a halt. The two of us jolted forward and I felt a strong arm right against my chest.
Mr. Gerald must have been startled by my words. He bowed at us apologetically. "Pardon me for that, Lady and Alpha. It seems I'm out of my mind."
Alpha sighed. "Take us back safely, Rome."
"Yes, Alpha," he said with reverence.
He began driving just as smoothly as before. However, Rome's arm was still pinning me to the foam seat. I turned to him and it seemed he hadn't snapped out of it yet. Being an Alpha, he was naturally protective of those under him. He was doing this out of pure instinct.
"You can let go now," I muttered.
He quickly retreated his arm away. I was right. He wasn't aware of his actions.
"I didn't do it because-"
"You didn't do it because you wanted to," I finished for him. "I get it. You don't have to explain anything to me."
"We're here, Alpha," Mr. Gerald said, cutting our conversation short.
Rome clicked his tongue and got out of the car at record speed. I watched as he stormed inside their mansion. Meanwhile, I was about to head back too, when Mr. Gerald suddenly cleared his throat.
My hand hovered above the car handle. "Do you need anything, Mr. Gerald?"
"Sorry, Lady Lucindabella," he muttered. "Again, I must be out of my mind. You may head back to the mansion."
I smiled at him, making him appear as pale as a ghost. "Thank you for driving us back, Mr. Gerald. Oh, and you might be saying my full name out of habit, but I would really appreciate it if you would call me Indy from now on."
With that, I opened the door. "And tell your other friends, too."
I finally left the car and made my way back to the mansion, where Rome's and King Osiris' voices immediately bombarded my senses.
"The Lord Justiciar contacted me just now. He was apologizing for any of Lucinda's wrongdoings," the King uttered.
I stood unmoving in my spot as I listened in on their conversation.
"It seemed you also raised an investigation to be conducted for what happened this afternoon."
"Lucinda nearly killed Clara," Rome said.
"Clara is fine now, I heard from the doctors," King Osiris said, sounding stressed.
I pursed my lips. I really did bring a lot of problems to this family.
"She needs to recover for a week at most before she can come back. Fortunately, her injuries are only superficial."
"Fortunately?"
Rome's voice didn't raise, but it sent a shiver down my spine.
"Do you want me to throw you off the fucking staircase then, Dad?"
Osiris sighed. "I know that what she has done is beyond the line; however, she is the daughter of the Lord Justiciar."
"You know what will happen if we proceed with this investigation. This family isn't perfect, especially your youngest brother. I have asked the Lord Justiciar to forgo some of his wrongdoings. Moreover, hiding these details about his youngest daughter would be an advantage to us in the future."
"The Court of Justice isn't our friend, Rome. We do not have authority over them. They keep the royals and other leaders in check. They also have a reputation for investigating the smallest things when you get on their bad side."
I knew that breaking off the engagement wouldn't be easy, but I didn't think it would be this complicated. If only I was reborn in this world when Lucinda was still a teen-maybe then, it would have been much easier.
Just then, the sound of familiar footsteps filled the house.
"Crap," I cursed, looking at the staircase and preparing to bolt. However, I knew he would be able to catch me before I could make it to my room.
I didn't want him to see that I had been listening in on their conversation.
With that, I hid behind the huge plant serving as decoration near the front door. I held my breath as Rome emerged from the living room, massaging the bridge of his nose.
He stopped for a while, making me close my eyes and cover my mouth to prevent myself from making the slightest sound. By the time I opened my eyes, he was no longer there. I was about to sigh in relief when I suddenly felt a sharp tug on my wrist.
My eyes widened as I was brought face to face with Rome, his eyes filled with anger.
"You're not satisfied with what you had done, and now you're eavesdropping on my conversations, too?"
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8.0
Everyone in the Shadowfang Pack knew that Alpha Kael was fiercely devoted to his Luna.
To save me, he had sacrificed his own soul to shadow magic.
He had endured the agony of being flayed alive, just to keep me breathing.
He had torn open his own heart, feeding me his blood, just so we could be together.
For three hundred years, I firmly believed I was his Luna, his other half.
But now, I was looking right at him. Kael, my Kael, thrusting his hips forward in a violent, primal rhythm, pinning a woman against the mattress.
A bell hung around her ankle, chiming with his every movement.
It was Lyra. My handmaiden.
Her magic-laced voice slithered into my mind via the mind-link. "Does it hurt, Luna? The Bell of Severance only rings when I feel... pleasure. And with every chime, your soul shatters a little more."
Kael kissed her passionately. "Make it ring louder. I want to hear it."
9.3
One moment I was human, sixteen years old and in love, believing my life would follow a simple, ordinary path. The next, I was taken from everything I knew and thrown into Silverwood Academy, a hidden world where wolf shifters rule, magic breathes, and survival is never guaranteed.
They see me as an anomaly. A girl who should not exist.
My mark is rare, dangerous, and tied to an ancient bloodline that was meant to stay buried. It binds me to a goddess who gives power without mercy and a destiny no one walks away from unchanged.
At Silverwood, strength decides your worth. Alphas test me. Rivals hunt me. Teachers watch, waiting for me to fail. Every full moon pushes me closer to a power I do not fully understand and a future I never asked for.
And then there is love, complicated and cruel in the way only fate can be.
I am torn between the boy I loved as a human, a bond so strong it refuses to break even after death, and a dangerous pull toward a wolf who challenges me, pushes me, and makes me question who I am becoming.
Each choice costs something. Every secret carries blood. The more power I gain, the more I risk losing myself.
They want me to be a weapon. A leader. A legend written in moonlight and war.
But I do not want a throne or a prophecy.
I just want to survive the fate that marked my soul.
Because in this world, destiny is not a gift. It is a debt, and it always demands payment
7.4
Cadence, a modern botanist, woke up to a glaring sun and massive, alien purple leaves blocking the sky. She was stranded in a terrifying, primal world.
Before she could process the metallic smell of blood in the air, a white tiger the size of an SUV crushed a giant boar's neck right in front of her. The beast locked its piercing blue eyes on her hiding spot. But instead of tearing her throat out, a blinding flash of silver light erupted, and the monster transformed into a towering, heavily scarred naked man.
He was Harlan, a shifter who immediately claimed her as his mate under tribal law. Dragged back to his primitive village, Cadence faced a brutal reality. Unbonded females were targets, and she was expected to take multiple mates just to survive. The tribal women mocked her fragile frame, calling her useless. To make matters worse, her foreign scent attracted a rogue serpent-shifter who violently ambushed her in the river.
The icy shock of the serpent's attack plunged Cadence into a deadly, burning fever. The tribe's Shaman tried his healing magic, only to shake his head and abandon her.
"She lacks primal fortitude. She will rely entirely on her own weak vitality. I can do nothing."
As Harlan held her shivering body in despair, Cadence felt a deep sense of desperate injustice. Was she really going to die in a filthy stone hut in an unknown universe, killed by a simple cold?
No. She remembered her grandfather's strict survival lessons. Forcing her heavy eyes open, she grabbed her terrified tiger mate's hand. She didn't need their failing magic; she had science.
"I need specific plants to live. I need white willow bark. And a spicy, ginger-like root."
She rasped, preparing to show this savage world the true power of a modern survivor.
7.6
A jagged spike of agony woke Kiana up in a filthy stone room.
She had transmigrated into the body of a notorious, exiled matriarch in a brutal wasteland.
Before she could even process her new reality, she saw a massive, bloodied man huddled in the corner, trembling in absolute terror.
Foreign memories detonated in her brain: the original Kiana swinging a spiked whip, laughing as she tore his flesh open.
He was her husband, and she was a monster who tortured her own consorts.
The situation was a complete death trap.
Another husband stormed in, throwing down a marriage contract and demanding to sever their ties, which would leave her to be eaten by mutated beasts.
Outside, her third husband lay dying from a toxic wound while the rest of the tribe mocked her, eagerly waiting for her downfall.
Scanning her own body, Kiana discovered her face was covered in ugly purple bruises.
The original host hadn't just been naturally insane; she had been secretly fed a chronic poison by political enemies, destroying her beauty and driving her mad until she was exiled.
As a survivor from a modern apocalypse, the sight of broken, enslaved men made her skin crawl.
She refused to die in this savage wasteland as a pawn in someone else's twisted game.
Kiana tossed the contract back to the furious man.
"Give me three months. I will save him, and I swear I won't touch you."
With her apocalyptic healing powers and a newly awakened Spatial System, she was going to rewrite the rules of this primitive world.
9.5
I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone.
But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance—I'd been reborn.
His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side.
I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes.
Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle.
Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia.
He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind?
This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned.
7.0
I was the fated mate of Ryker Blackwood, the future Alpha, but my lack of an awakened wolf made me a pathetic joke to his pack.
Instead of protecting me, he publicly rejected me, chose the manipulative Lilith Vane as his Luna, and locked me in a freezing dungeon.
While the entire pack cheered for their final mating ceremony above, I rotted in heavy chains below.
When a rogue attack killed our unborn pups, I reached out to him in agony, but his voice through our fading bond was like splintered ice.
"Our pups are dead. Don't bother me again."
He didn't care at all. The casual dismissal shattered my inner wolf, and I died in that filthy cell, suffocating on my own despair and a hatred so potent it burned through my last breath.
Until my last moment, I couldn't understand why my absolute devotion was met with such cruel betrayal, and why my fated mate let our children die without a second thought.
Opening my eyes again, I wasn't in the dungeon.
I was back in my seventeenth year, choking on the icy water of the lake Lilith had just pushed me into.
Seeing Ryker's arrogant sneer and Lilith's fake concern on the shore, I didn't cry or beg for his attention like I did in my past life.
This time, I would publicly sever our sacred bond, awaken my true Alpha bloodline, and make them pay for every drop of my blood.