All Chapters of You Will Regret Rejecting Me: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The brass gate of the registry elevator slammed shut with a heavy, industrial rattle that vibrated through the soles of Kaela’s boots.As the lift mechanical gears engaged, dropping Kela and Lucien straight into the black vertical shaft beneath the throne, the muted roars and clashing steel of the Grand Council Chamber vanished, only to be replaced by the deep, rhythmic hum of the stronghold’s ancient water-turbines. The space inside the cage was barely four feet wide, which forced Kaela’s back directly against the cold iron mesh.Lucien stood an inch away from her.He was breathing heavily. His chest was rising and falling in sharp, ragged cycles that generated an intense, radiant heat in the cramped enclosure. The silver thread on his tunic was stained with dark crimson from the lacerations on his shoulder, and the copper scent of his blood was mixed with the heavy, primitive musk of his aroused Alpha instincts. The Convergence Bond between them was no longer a quiet current; it was

Adrian did not hesitate. He launched his weight across the narrow stone bridge. His fingers lengthened into thick, curved talons as a partial shadow-shift rippled across his shoulders. And Kaela saw his golden fur bristling with an aggressive, territorial heat."Voss, hold the bridge!" she shouted while her hand automatically went to her belt dagger.But what she did not notice was that Lucien was already moving. He bypassed the altar in a single, fluid bound, and his dark tunic snapped as he intercepted Adrian mid-air. The two Alphas collided with a sickening, heavy thud that sent a shockwave of air rolling across the stagnant moat, spraying water against the stone walls."Get your hands off my mate!" Adrian roared as his jaws snapped inches from Lucien’s throat while they slammed into the granite floorboards. His wolf was completely in control now, driven by the primitive instinct to reclaim the female he had stupidly rejected, and his possessive jealousy had turned his blood to liq

"The lift is dead, Voss!" Kaela shouted. Her voice echoed through the smoke-filled subterranean vault as she shoved the unsealed scroll of Section 3 into her coat next to Isara's cylinder."We take the drainage line," Lucien ordered as his hand firmly wrapped around her wrist. His body heat served as the only anchor keeping her from collapsing as the aftershocks of the blood-lock ripped through her muscles. He did not look at Adrian, who was still slumped against the stone wall, coughing up dark blood as his wolf tried to repair his shattered nose. "Move, Voss!"They hurried through the narrow, iron-reinforced drainage tunnels that led upward towards the western wing of the Grand Palace. The air here grew hotter by the minute It was thick with the unmistakable smell of burning cedar and the heavy, sulphurous odour of military smoke-grenades. The bells above were no longer tolling; they were clanging in a frantic, continuous rhythm that signalled a total security breach.When they fina

The deep-vault alarm did not sound like the bronze bells of the upper towers. It was a low, mechanical shriek that vibrated straight through the iron grates of the floorboards, matching the frantic, terrified pulse of every wolf in the Grand Amphitheatre.Kaela stood at the central ledger table. Her left hand was still resting on the glowing sheets of the completed Ratification. The blue-white luminescence on her wrists was burning at its absolute power ceiling, and the skin of her arms turned translucent as the newly codified territorial laws integrated directly with her hybrid blood. Beside her, Lucien’s predatory heat was a physical shield, and his black eyes were fixed on the heavy brass doors of the registry lift behind the throne.The lift cage ascended with a slow, hydraulic scream."Get back, Sovereign," Voss rasped, his short-blade angled low as he stepped into the path of the elevator.The brass doors slid inward with a sharp, echoing clack. The cage was entirely empty of li

Before Kaela could clear the ledger table, a heavy, dragging footstep echoed from the brass threshold of the elevator shaft. She immediately went still.Adrian Wolfe stumbled on to the floor of the amphitheatre. His velvet vest was torn and soaked with stagnant vault water, and his fingers were clutching his shattered nose. The golden-brown eyes that had once looked down at Kaela with arrogant possession were now bloodshot, clouded with a toxic cocktail of agony and raw desperation. He looked at his father, Magnus, who sat ruined on the dais, and for the first time, he saw the man he had looked up to his entire life reduced to a shadow of what he had been. Then his gaze locked onto Kaela's glowing silhouette.“Kaela … " Adrian choked out. His voice came out a ragged whisper that rattled his bloody teeth. He took a stumbling step towards her, his inner wolf letting out a low, pathetic whine: it was the raw, bleeding phantom of a fated bond that was being systematically erased by the ne