Replaced by His First Love의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Silence.No heartbeat.I knew he was gone before the floor stopped falling.The descent tore the air from my lungs, stone and ash swallowing the scream that never left my throat. The secondary mantle opened like a mouth and devoured me whole.Impact came later. The absence came first.It wasn’t the fall that nearly killed me. It was the missing rhythm. My pulse slammed against my ribs—wild, frantic—but the answering beat that had always lived just beneath it was gone.For three

The big wolf smiles in the dark.And this time, I feel it smiling at me. Not at Leo.At me.The red light from the core bled up through the fissure like an open wound, painting the basalt walls in the color of a fresh kill. The air vibrated with the third heartbeat—slow, immense, patient. It was no longer just a tremor; it was awareness.The mountain wasn’t collapsing randomly anymore. It was watching.“The containment clause triggered the moment his resonance crossed Phase Three,” Ryan’s voice cut through the low roar, sounding like cold iron striking a tomb.I didn’t look at him. I kept my eyes fixed on the dark red heat rising from the abyss. “Say it without hiding behind paperwork, Ryan.”Silence stretched between us, thick with the ash-choking bitterness of five years of lies.“It was designed to isolate a White Wolf anomaly before full emergence,” he finally admitted.Isolate. Not protect. Not stabilize. Isolate.My jaw tightened until I felt the phantom shards of five years of

The barn was burning, but the fire didn't touch me—the ice did.It was Leo’s ice, borrowed from my own veins and returned as a freezing verdict that shattered the last of my composure.The exact second we breached the inner sanctum of the ice-crystal core, the world didn’t just turn cold; it crystallized. A high-frequency whine, sharp enough to make my molars ache, sliced through the ash-choking bitterness of the passage.Ahead of us, suspended in a ribcage of translucent basalt, the Third Fragment pulsed.The Heart of the Frost.It wasn't a stone. It was a rhythmic lung of indigo light. Every time it exhaled, a wave of frost energy surged through the air like a predatory tide. My breath turned to jagged shards of ice before it even left my lips.Each inhale felt like swallowing broken glass. The ground beneath my boots was no longer stone—it was a living frost layer, cracking with sounds like distant gunfire. Fine ice crystals drifted from the ceiling like gray snow, sticking to my e

The mountain roared back at my fire, but the real burn came from Ryan’s quiet, clinical admission: “We thought division meant survival.”The words didn’t just hang in the freezing indigo mist; they functioned as a final audit of my life. I stood at the lip of the dark red fissure, my right hand white-knuckled around the hilt of my silver blade. My left arm hung at my side, a leaden weight of frozen ruin—a permanent cold that made the heat rising from the abyss feel like a personal insult to the Queen I had tried to become.They thought division meant survival. I hate that I signed the survival.The cold white light from the throat of the ruins shrieked, flooding my marrow and dragging all of us into the second layer of the Soul Trial. The walls of basalt dissolved into the architecture of a calculated procedure, a ghost of a room where my son’s future was traded for a temporary peace.I saw the Moon Pack’s private archives. Kael sat at the heavy obsidian desk, his face a mask of gray

The red numbers on Ryan’s wrist pulsed like a terminal heartbeat, 180 seconds of borrowed air, but the real countdown was the terrifying stillness of Leo’s hands as the gold static began to retreat into his marrow.I clutched him to my chest, my right arm anchored around his shivering frame while my left—that senseless, leaden slab of ice—hung uselessly against my side. The air in the secondary mantle had turned into a pressurized vacuum of ash-choking bitterness. I could taste the copper and old iron of my own fear as the atmospheric seal groaned overhead, a metallic shriek that sounded like the mountain finally closing its teeth.“Leo, stay with me,” I whispered. My voice was a ruined fracture, every word scraping across the phantom glass in my throat. “Don't let go. Mommy is right here.”Leo didn't answer with a sob. He didn't scream for the milk he had begged for minutes ago. He slowly opened his eyes, and for a heartbeat, the gold flecks in his sapphire irises didn't just swirl—t