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 3
INDY
The first thing Rome did was gently grab Clara and pull her into his arms. Lucio straightened and cleared his throat, turning to the side and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Rome inspected Clara's wound carefully before turning to me with a sharp glare. I had the urge to raise both hands to claim my innocence, but I couldn't even do that. I-this character-had done this to Clara.
"Lucio," he started off, his voice deeper than what I had imagined. No wonder he was the most wanted man in this country. I shook my head. I was getting distracted again.
"Take Clara to the hospital."
"Yes, brother," Lucio said, bowing his head slightly.
Clara tried to counter his request. "It's really alright, Alpha. Lady Lucindabella didn't mean to do-"
Rome cut her right away. "No arguments."
Lucio took Clara's arm and pulled her in the direction of the clinic, glaring at me one last time.
Goodness, I may get cooked alive with how heated all of these people were staring at me-especially Rome. As soon as Clara was out of the room, his eyes stayed on me, burning. I looked around, evading his gaze. However, it was near impossible to ignore. His eyes were really piercing.
Curse me for writing him to be so handsome!
"Everyone... leave."
There was a collective gasp heard inside the manor, one of them including mine. I didn't even realize I had done so. Rome truly had the aura of the main character.
Everyone scrambled, looking to be both satisfied and fearful at the same time.
Heck, I wrote this character from the inside and out, and he, too, was scaring me!
I turned around, preparing to bolt although I didn't know where, when I felt a strong hold on my arm. I flinched in pain and tried to jerk my arm away from his hold. However, it was no use. He pinned me down with a single hand and pulled me closer to him.
I could see his face more clearly from this angle, and I really did write him to be my ideal man in terms of looks. I tried to evade his gaze, but he held onto my chin with his free hand and forced me to look into his eyes.
It was the gaze of a man who loathed me.
"What did you do this time?"
I opened my mouth to argue it wasn't me, but I couldn't even do that. I knew that I was the one who did it even though I technically did not.
"I know this might sound crazy-"
He scoffed, not letting me finish. "You can give me all the reasons in the world, but I still wouldn't believe you. Just because I went to another city for some business, you think I didn't hear about what you've been doing to Clara?"
I followed his words inside my head. He really spoke just as I wrote him to say.
"That was because you invited her to dinner! You've never invited me. Don't think that I didn't see you kiss her right after! She deserves everything I'm doing to her!"
Fuck.
I covered my mouth once I realized those words came from me. I wasn't even aware of it. It seemed that this universe wanted to follow the script at all costs.
His eyes darkened as his disdain increased further.
"Is that so?"
He chuckled without humor, pulling me even closer to him until his lips were just a breath against mine. I couldn't breathe properly, but even then, the minty scent of his hot breath filled my senses.
"You've always tormented me for my kiss," he continued. "Is that all you want in order to leave me alone?"
My eyes widened. Right-I nearly forgot. This was the part where Rome finally kisses Lucinda to appease her obsessions. It was the scene right before asking her to break off the engagement, but Lucinda becomes even more obsessed right after and does everything within her power to stay with Rome!
I needed to stop this before it happened.
However, before I could even react, I felt heat against my lips-a rough, wet sensation that left me gasping for air. My eyes widened even more before they closed when he held tighter onto my jaw.
Rome kissed me fervently, and although all I could feel was hatred, the sparks that went through my body were also undeniable. I had been kissed in my older body, but it never felt like this. I guess the mate bond really doesn't lie.
It felt so good that I found myself letting out a small sound against his lips despite my reluctance. He deepened the kiss even more, massaging my tongue with his, making me release another moan.
"Rome," I said his name unconsciously.
With my utterance, he pushed me away, making me feel more lightheaded than I already was. I couldn't comprehend anything for a couple of seconds, so I merely looked at his lips, which were red and bitten. However, the moment I looked into his eyes, I snapped back to reality.
"You finally got your long-awaited kiss," he smirked. "That's what you wanted all along, right?"
"Now, stop holding onto me."
I looked down and saw that I was still holding onto his collar. I was about to pull away, but he didn't give me the opportunity to do so. He pushed my shoulder forcefully until I fell ass-first to the ground.
"Ouch," I muttered, looking up at him.
"That's just a fraction of what you did to Clara. I have been enduring until now because you are my mate, and we have been arranged by your father and mine. However, at this point, I cannot lie anymore."
"I loathe you with all of my heart, and I will gladly die first rather than marry you in this lifetime."
I felt a sharp ache inside my chest despite only having personally known this man for a couple of minutes. I clutched my chest, right where my heart was, and felt heat rise in the back of my eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried my hardest not to cry.
Gosh. This mate bond was truly a pain in the ass. It was forcing me to feel things I didn't even feel!
"You have stopped every attempt to break off this engagement, but this time, I'll make sure you won't succeed."
He stepped closer and kneeled down, looking deep into my eyes, causing a tear to fall from my own.
"If I could reject you at this moment, I would."
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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.