บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha’s Rejected Mate: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

“There was a god before Death.”The sentence felt impossible the moment it left my mouth.But the silence that followed made it feel even worse.Kieran stared at me as if I had just broken the rules of existence.“That cannot be true,” he said quietly.His voice was not angry. It was unsettled.“Death is older than the divine council. Older than the celestial order. Older than the cycles of creation.”I looked at him steadily.“And yet the protocol existed before him.”Kieran did not answer.Because that part was true.Death stood a few steps away from us, his presence weaker now than before. I could feel it. The authority that once surrounded him had started thinning like mist under sunlight.But his expression remained calm.Almost thoughtful.“You are reaching the correct conclusion,” he said quietly.Kieran turned sharply.“So you admit it now?”Death nodded once.“Yes.”My chest tightened.“You knew about this.”“I suspected it.”“That is not the same thing,” Kieran snapped.“No,

“Take me instead.”The words left my lips before I even thought.Kieran froze beside me. His eyes widened.“You can’t be serious,” he said, voice tight with disbelief.“I am.” My voice shook, but I didn’t look away. “If one of us must be erased… let it be me.”The Architect’s voice echoed, smooth and absolute.“Emotion is irrelevant. Your proposal cannot be accepted.”I felt the ground shift beneath me, though I was still standing.“Not irrelevant,” I said, anger rising. “Necessary. I choose. I decide. I will not let him let anyone carry that weight alone.”Kieran’s jaw tightened. He grabbed my arm, gripping it hard.“Nova, stop!” His voice was harsh, raw. “Don’t do this! I won’t allow it. I won’t.”“You’re already allowing it,” I snapped, trembling. “You can’t control this. But I can control myself!”The Architect intervened.“Your interference is… illogical. Sacrifice cannot be emotional.”“I am not being emotional!” I yelled, and my chest ached from the heat of it. “I am being prac

“I carry the endings now.”The words tore out of him, heavy, almost breaking. The Newborn God’s voice, once steady and calm, trembled with something raw—something human.“Kieran… what do you mean?” My voice shook. “You… you’re not supposed to carry endings. Not alone. Not like this.”He looked at me. His eyes glowed faintly, a mixture of power and pain. “I took part in Death. Part of him is inside me now. I feel… everything. Life, death… balance. And all of it screams.”I stepped closer, trembling. “You can’t… Kieran, you’re… you’re human enough to feel this, but divine enough to… I don’t know… hold it? Don’t let it consume you.”“I don’t know if I can,” he admitted, voice cracking. “I never asked to feel endings like this. I never asked to carry responsibility that weighs on the whole of existence.”I reached out, my fingers brushing against his. “Then let me help. Let me anchor you. Let me be your choice, your will, your heart. You don’t have to face it alone.”He shook his head. “N

“It is breaking.”I whispered it, even as the pulse of the protocol rattled through every corner of existence. Kieran’s hand found mine, trembling, yet firm. “I know,” he said, voice raw. “I can feel it. Every anchor… every memory… every heartbeat is colliding with the system. It’s… unstable.”I shook my head. “This… this wasn’t supposed to happen. The architect… the protocol… they didn’t expect this much resistance. Mortals… love… choice… it’s too much.”Kieran gritted his teeth, eyes burning with desperation. “Then we do what we must. We hold them. We hold everything. We anchor it together.”I looked at him, tears stinging. “Kieran… you’re already carrying so much. Half of Death… now the mortal pulse… if you collapse, if we collapse…”“I won’t collapse,” he interrupted, firm and determined. “Not while you stand with me. Not while they remember. Not while… I remember you.”I swallowed, feeling my pulse sync with his. “Then we have to do it… all of it… together. We can’t falter now.”

“He is gone.” I whispered it into the empty air. My voice cracked, shivering like the last fragile thread of hope. I could feel the void where he had been. Half of me was ripped out, swallowed by the system that now pulsed and throbbed beneath the weight of his sacrifice.Kieran’s presence… or what remained of him… hummed faintly inside me, faint as a heartbeat echoing through the core. I dropped to my knees, hands trembling. “I can’t… I can’t do this without you,” I said. My voice broke again. “Everything… everything we fought for… and you… you’re gone.”From the shadows, the Newborn God’s voicesoft, steady, alivecut through my despair. “You are not alone, Nova. I am here… and I will not let you fall into silence.”I looked up, searching. “But… he… he isn’t here. He won’t… he can’t…”“You feel him,” the voice said, and I froze. “Not as he was. Not fully. But a part remains. Half of him merged with the system. He is the anchor. And through you… he is not lost.”I shook my head. “Ancho