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Chapter 161: The Altar of Lies
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2026-03-23 15:47:00
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Replaced by His First Love Chapter 328 Halloway’s Pylon Gambit
Marek’s fingers clamped into Leo’s dislocated shoulder with the force of a hydraulic press. The boy shrieked, the sound tearing through the Grand Hall, a jagged fracture of human pain that the gold-veined basalt walls seemed to mock rather than echo.'Let me go, Marek!' Leo barked, his voice nasal and thick with the cold. 'That’s a recording! It’s the 14-B virus! She would never tell us to give up!'The Southern Alpha didn't let go. His yellow eyes were bloodshot, pupils dilated until the gold was a thin, vibrating rim of terror. He looked at the statue on the throne, then at the bone-white Collector vessel descending through the ceiling. The rhythmic humming of the 'Archive' was a physical weight, pressing the air out of his lungs.'It is her voice, Leo,' Marek groaned, his knees hitting the obsidian floor. 'I know that song. She sang it to us when the fever was burning. If she says the Archive is peace, then I am tired of the war. I am
Replaced by His First Love Chapter 327 The Gold-Skin Fever
Marek’s grip was a vice of calloused skin and desperate terror, his fingers digging into the bruised meat of Leo’s good shoulder. The Alpha reeked of stale sweat and the metallic tang of the decontamination foam, his yellowed eyes wild with a hope that looked exactly like madness. He didn't see an eleven-year-old boy trying to save his mother; he saw a gatekeeper standing between the pack and a painless end.“Let go, Marek,” Leo rasped. The words were a dry scrape in his throat, each one drawing a microscopic bead of blood from his scoured lungs. He didn't look at the Alpha. He looked at the manual override lever, just inches beyond his reach, and then at the statue of his mother.The voice coming from the obsidian lips was still singing, a high-frequency honey that made the mercury in the floorboards ripple. It was a siren call that whispered of soft beds and filtered air, a digital lie meant to turn the King’s people into a harvest of cu
Replaced by His First Love Chapter 326 The Phantom’s Red Kiss
Marek’s fingers dug into the wool of my son’s peacoat with the crushing force of a vice. I felt the vibration of the Alpha’s grip through the silver-mercury lines in the dais. He wasn’t trying to harm Leo; he was protecting a lie. To Marek and the starving Unlearned shivering in the shadows, my stone shell had become a burning bush, a god that promised them a rest from the acid rain. They didn’t see the jagged necrotic code leaching through the copper sutures in my chest. They only heard the honeyed warmth of the voice the 14-B virus had stolen from my past.“She said we could sleep, Leo,” Marek grunted. His voice was thick, wet with the salt of his own desperation. His yellow eyes were fixed on my unblinking quartz discs, searching for a mercy I no longer had the anatomy to give. “The Archive... she says it’s warm. Put the shard down. Don’t provoke the sky again.”“It isn't her!” Leo shrieke
Replaced by His First Love Chapter 325 Audit: The King’s Trial
The rusted iron shard bit into the obsidian dais with a shriek of tortured metal, sending a spray of gold-flecked sparks dancing across the silver-mercury floorboards. Leo didn't look up. He didn't flinch as the First Omega’s shadow swept over him, a cold, clinical weight that turned the air in his lungs to liquid nitrogen. The lunge of the goddess didn't end in a strike; it ended in a suspension.She didn't touch the boy. She glided through the dimensions, her silver-gray form shivering into a geometric wireframe as she phased directly into the space Leo occupied. Her translucent fingers hovered inches from his soot-stained neck, her single forehead-aperture pulsing with a rhythmic, ultraviolet light that mapped the jagged fissures of his sovereign marrow.[ANOMALY RESISTANCE: UNEXPECTEDLY HIGH.]The voice of the First Omega didn't use the speakers. It bypassed the atmosphere entirely, vibrating directly into the quartz of my stone ribs and the gold of Le
Replaced by His First Love Chapter 324 Mercury and Stone
Marek’s grip on my son’s shoulder didn’t just hold him back; it felt like a heavy iron clamp trying to pin the future to a dying floor. The Southern Alpha’s fingers dug into the wool of Leo’s soot-stained peacoat, his breath a ragged, terrified whistle. I felt the vibration through the silver-mercury conduits lacing the dais—Marek’s marrow was humming with the frantic, uncoordinated frequency of a man who had already surrendered his soul to the sky."Don't move, boy," Marek rasped, his eyes fixed on the silver-gray silhouette drifting through the open ceiling. "Can't you hear her? She's the Mother. She's the rock. If the rock says lay down the steel, we lay it down. I won't have your blood on my hands when the sky closes its teeth."Leo didn't look at Marek. He didn't even acknowledge the weight of the Alpha's hand. He stared unblinking at the First Omega as she descended into the hall, her bone-silk gown fluttering in a draft
Replaced by His First Love Chapter 323 The Ghost's Last Firewall
Marek’s fingers dug into the wool of Leo’s coat like iron clamps, the Alpha’s strength fueled by the primitive terror of a world turning into salt. Above them, the statue of Aria loomed, its stone jaw grinding with a mechanical, melodic rhythm that pumped the False Mother’s lies into every corner of the Grand Hall. The hum of the Collector vessel outside vibrated the very marrow of those kneeling, a subsonic vibration that promised an end to the biting cold and the persistent ache of hunger."The boy is just a child, Marek!" Leo shrieked, his voice cracking. He lunged toward the manual override, his boots skidding in the silver-mercury pools that stained the obsidian floorboards. "That thing isn't her! She’s the floor! She’s the wall! She’s not a voice in a box!"Marek didn't listen. His yellow eyes were fixed on the statue’s unblinking quartz gaze. A string of silver-salt saliva dripped from his jaw. "The Queen told us we could rest, boy. The Archive is warm. The Arch
Replaced by His First Love Chapter 17: The Graveyard Visit
The sky over the Moon Pack’s private cemetery was the color of a fresh bruise. Rain fell in a rhythmic, relentless drizzle, soaking into the black wool of Kael’s coat. It was the fifth anniversary of the night the Black River had claimed its prize.Kael stood before the marble headstone. It was pri
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-18Replaced by His First Love Chapter 13: Territory War
The air in the boardroom of Blackwood Corporate was thin, filtered, and heavy with the scent of high-stakes tension.Phoenix stood at the head of the mahogany table, a laser pointer in her hand. She wore a charcoal power suit tailored to a lethal edge, looking like a blade carved from volcanic glas
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-17Replaced by His First Love Chapter 9: "You Are Dead"
Shattered glass and amber liquid littered the floor. Kael didn’t notice. His entire world had narrowed to me. Chest heaving, eyes wide, he took a trembling step forward, disbelief and madness warring across his face.“ARIA!”He lunged, moving with the desperation of a drowning Alpha, vaulting over
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-17Replaced by His First Love Chapter 11: The Balcony Confession
The night air bit at Phoenix’s exposed skin, a sharp mercy after the suffocating heat of the ballroom. She gripped the stone railing, knuckles white, the scar beneath her shoulder still tingling from Kael’s touch earlier. He had felt it. The lightning-shaped mark—the price she had paid for his life
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-17
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