All Chapters of You Will Regret Rejecting Me: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The snow in the Lower Wards was no longer falling in drifts; it was sweeping across the narrow alleys in sharp, horizontal sheets that smelled of sulphur, frozen iron, and static electricity.Kaela moved through the deep shadow of an abandoned coal bunker, her long wool coat pulled tight against her ribs. Beneath the fabric, the three salvaged vellum sheets of the Draven text felt cold and stiff, matching the icy current racing through her veins. Her permanent silver-blue luminescence was burning at a controlled, quiet simmer on her wrists, casting a pale glow over the frozen slush.Beside her, the Lycan King Lucien Varkas was a silent wall of raw heat. He had bound his bleeding shoulder in a strip of dark canvas. His amber eyes had completely dilated to pitch-black as his nostrils flared, tracking the heavy, sour scent profile of the parasite lineage through the storm."The third node is at the central slag pit junction," Lucien whispered, his rough baritone barely cutting through th

No sooner had the creature turned to gravel and its remains had scattered across the junction that the heavy timber door of the slate mill shuddered with a force that echoed throughout the premises. Alpha Magnus Wolfe had kicked the door inward and stood at the threshold with his broad shoulders hunched under the freezing downpour.He did not carry his son like a fallen soldier; he carried him like a broken piece of masonry. Adrian’s rigid, unmoving limbs were draped awkwardly across his father’s massive forearms. The silver-trimmed velvet vest of the Eastern Border line was torn to shreds, encrusted with a brittle, matte-white ash that threw off no scent. There was no proud, Alpha-line musk left on the heir's skin. The validation core had hollowed him out completely, leaving nothing but the flat, cold smell of wet wool and stagnant valley rain."Isara!" Magnus boomed as his voice cracked with a raw, primitive panic that completely broke through his decades-old aristocratic mask. He s

The blinding flash of silver-blue light from the shattered brass console did not recede. It shot straight up into the iron pipes, turning the condensation on the heavy machinery to frost.The grey node-commander anchoring the terminal let out a choked, hollow sound of purely physiological pain. The silver-blue beam of light in its hollow eyes violently flickered as Kaela’s liquid ice raced backward through its internal siphon network, freezing its absorption channels solid in a fraction of a second. The dark clay musk in the turbine room was instantly snuffed out and was replaced by the crisp, freezing scent of a winter storm."It's working, Lucien!" Kaela shouted, her voice carrying that sharp, clinical precision even as a fresh trail of blood touched her lip. She ground her heels into the iron grates, while her permanent silver-blue luminescence burning at a terrifying ceiling. "The parasite’s conduit is completely locked! The grid is reversing the drainage flow. It’s pulling our or

The path up the mountain spine did not feel like solid rock. It felt like a decaying skeleton.Every stride Kaela took through the deep slush sent a sharp, hollow vibration straight up through the soles of her boots. The snow on the upper ridge was no longer white. It had turned into a thick, grey soot that smelled of burnt cedar, sulphur, and the cold clay musk of the third lineage.Against her ribs, the four salvaged vellum sheets of the text felt hot, as if a liquid silver light was bleeding through the wool of her coat. The silver-blue luminescence on her wrists was burning at a controlled, quiet simmer, her biological radar tracking the final missing seal of Section 5 like a compass needle pointing towards a storm.Lucien Varkas walked at the absolute head of the column, with his massive frame anchoring the vanguard space against the horizontal sheets of the blizzard. He had bound his torn vest tightly across his bleeding chest cavity with a strip of dark leather, and his amber e

The humanoid silhouette standing in the column of white steam did not have features; it had edges.It stood twelve feet tall and was a dense, calcified mass of silver-blue light that seemed to draw the very atmospheric heat out of the amphitheatre. Every time the entity took a step onto the dark granite floorboards, the five frost-encased sheets of the Ratification on the basalt altar vibrated, throwing off tiny, sharp blue sparks that hissed against the soot. The permanent silver-blue veins on Kaela’s forearms were burning at a brutal, blinding ceiling, and her biological radar violently arced as the territory's root memory connected to the entity's stride.The Architect had materialized."The five sections are locked, usurper," Lucien Varkas said. His rough baritone was quiet, flat, and carrying the suffocating mass of his active throne. He did not pull his hands back from the altar; his blood-stained fingers remained clamped over Kaela's knuckles as his unyielding Lycan biology ser