Todos los capítulos de Replaced by His First Love: Capítulo 351 - Capítulo 360

The drone’s turbine shrieks, a localized hurricane of hot ozone and spinning steel diving straight for my throat. I don’t think; I throw myself sideways, my shoulder slamming into a rusted support beam with a jar that rattles my teeth. Orange sparks spray across my vision as the drone’s casing scrapes the iron where my head was a second ago. The red sensor light sweeps the floor, a surgical laser hunting for the heat signature of a woman who shouldn’t exist.My marrow vibrates at thirty-two hertz—the drone’s signature—before Leo’s pulse hits my spine like a cold surge of binary, forcing my lungs to expand. The drone hovers, its plates shifting with the sound of grinding teeth, and then the red light flickers. The machine slumps, its hover-fans spinning down into a pathetic whine as the power in this tunnel segment is abruptly rerouted to the levels above.Someone is drawing a massive amount of current from the Citadel’s heart.I scramble to the end of the corridor, pressing my stomach

The server didn’t just scream. It pulsed—a low, tectonic thrum that rattled my teeth and traveled up my arm to settle in my marrow. The key pressed against the interface port was a sliver of absolute zero, biting into my palm even as the machinery groaned. Red light from the drones washed over the server racks, turning the processors into a jagged landscape of blood and shadow.Kael moved faster than the machines.Before the first laser-grid could map my vitals, his weight slammed into me. The impact forced the air from my lungs, pinning me against the vibrating server pillar. His hand was a vise around my throat. He didn’t crush my windpipe, but the pressure was a promise—a cold, Alpha calculation that I was one twitch away from a broken neck.I didn’t twitch. I didn’t beg. My hand remained locked on the key, the metal edge cutting into the meat of my thumb."Who sent you?" Kael’s voice was a rough snarl, stripped of the polished authority he wore in the upper circles. Here, in the b

I didn't pull my sleeve down. To hide the glowing silver lines would trigger a stress-response in the Null-Drone’s optics, and right now, my pulse was the only thing I could afford to keep steady. The red scanning beam stayed locked on my wrist, a hot, invasive needle of light. In Rebirth City, your biology was your login credential; mine was currently flagging as a corrupted file."Acknowledged," I said. My voice was a flat, calculated monotone. I didn't look at the drone’s mechanical eye. I looked at the frost blooming on the sub-level floor, tracing the way the ice crystals mimicked the geometric patterns of the city’s motherboard. Temperature was the only thing that didn't lie in this basement.The drone’s landing gear retracted with a sharp clack-hiss. It hovered six inches off the metal grating, a sphere of polished chrome that hummed with a low-frequency vibration."Proceed to the Northern Cenotaph," the synthesized voice crackled. "Manual formatting required. Failure to comply

The carbon-fiber claw shrieked against the elevator doors, a sound like a serrated knife dragging across a chalkboard. The blue laser grid that had been lazily scanning the shaft suddenly sharpened, snapping into a surgical, burning red. It didn’t just pass over me; it anchored. The light pooled on my midsection, pulsing in time with the frantic, double-thud of the life growing inside me.“Alert,” the system’s synthesized voice vibrated through the floorboards. “Unauthorized biological signature detected. Multi-heartbeat resonance confirmed in non-registered Omega unit. Protocol Zero in effect.”Kael’s knuckles went white as his hand closed around the grip of his sidearm. He didn't look at the drones hissing behind the six-inch gap in the doors. His gaze was pinned to the red light tracing the curve of my stomach. His brow furrowed, his eyes searching mine with a look that wasn't just suspicion—it was a terrifying, hollow recognition, like a man trying to remember a dream that was tur

The drone’s barrel whirred, silver gears clicking into a lethal lock. The red light intensified, a burning needle of heat that searched for the life inside me. I didn't breathe. I didn't look at Silas. I looked at the exposed copper conduit protruding from the damp basement wall, a jagged tooth of metal bleeding current.Leo’s pulse hit my marrow—a frantic, rhythmic drumming against my spine. Three beats. Now.I lunged. My palm slammed onto the cold copper just as the drone’s cannon let out a high-pitched whine of ionization. The mercury lines on my skin didn't just glow; they tore through my sleeves, white-hot and jagged. I felt the surge hit me, but I didn't let it stop. I channeled it. I became the bridge between the machine's killing charge and the city’s ancient iron bones.The drone coughed a cloud of black static. Its red lens flickered, spiderwebbed with fractures, and then shattered. Hot shards rained onto the concrete. The machine collapsed into a heap of twitching alloy, th