All Chapters of You Will Regret Rejecting Me: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The deep, rhythmic mechanical thumping rising from beneath the basalt altar did not stop when the Architect’s slate frame shattered into dead gravel.Instead, the stone platform violently shuddered, and a clean, circular seam opened in the centre of the granite floorboards right beneath Kaela's boots. An ancient iron extraction lift, thick with the scent of frozen moss and thirty-year-old machine grease, ascended slowly through the dark opening, pushing a heavy slate chest into the cold mountain air."The five sections did not just ratify the law, Lucien," Kaela rasped. Her hands remained flat over the frost-encased vellum sheets as her permanent silver-blue luminescence cast long, frantic lines against the pillars. Her biological radar was no longer reading local pack markers; it was tracking a massive, high-frequency current arcing straight through the slate box. "The system … it is executing an automated extraction protocol that was hard-coded into the root memory by my mother twen

The subterranean sluice gates beneath the mountain spine did not smell of ancient records. They ran thick with the heavy, choking stench of iron slag, sulphur, and frozen river clay.The retreat down the narrow utility shafts was brutal and fast. Kaela’s boots skidded over the wet, rusted rungs of the maintenance catwalks as the elite detail dropped fifteen feet into the lower drainage vaults. Against her ribs, the cold weight of the frozen transmission key hummed a low, muffled vibration through her coat lining, a constant biological tick that mirrored her frantic pulse."The crimson beams are boring straight through the granite ceilings!" Voss yelled from the rear, his single eye darting upward as a sudden, blinding flash of red light vaporized a three-foot stone support block forty feet behind them. A shower of scalding rock splinters rained down into the churning runoff water below.“They are tracking the physical displacement of the core keys," Kaela rasped, her voice dropping in

The freezing torrent of the liquid silver solution did not just sweep them off the iron catwalk. It dragged their bodies down a pitch-black concrete chute in a violent, roaring vacuum of pressurized water.Kaela did not try to draw a breath. She kept her jaw locked tight against the biting chemical tang of the silver runoff. Her left hand violently clamped the three salvaged sheets of text and the frozen transmission key against her ribs. The permanent silver-blue luminescence on her forearms flared to a near-blinding brilliance beneath the churning dark water, serving as the only physical tracking light for the elite detail caught in the surge.Every time her spine slammed against the concrete framework of the drainage channel, the psychic network in her hybrid blood convulsed, sending a sharp wave of pure, localized distortion straight through her skull.THUD.The concrete tube ended abruptly, dumping Kaela violently out onto a flat, moss-rimmed slate shelf. She skidded four feet thr

The stone slab beneath Adrian’s rigid back did not absorb the frost. It radiated a violent, purple static that hissed against the surrounding cinders.Kaela slammed the frost-encased transmission key directly into the central keyhole of the brass terminal node at the centre of the marble floorboards. The silver rings of the terminal whirred musically, and the ancient mechanics locked into place with a heavy, industrial clack that shook the stone walls of the repository. A dense, three-dimensional grid of blinding blue light erupted from the console, projecting the frantic, global frequency lines straight up onto the charred marble ceiling."The telemetry is locked!" Kaela shouted, her voice dropping into the terrifying, dual-toned resonance of THE Sovereign. A fresh trail of dark blood slipped past her frozen lip as her permanent silver-blue luminescence flared to a near-blinding ceiling. "Lucien! The master hunters have just cracked the outer slate doors of the quarry! The crimson be

The deep mountain spine canyon did not open into the safety of the lower valley. It trapped them inside a vertical vice of split granite that rose two hundred feet into the dark sky.Lucien Varkas slammed his back against the frozen rock wall of the narrow gorge, while his massive chest rose and fell in ragged, shallow cycles. His bare torso was encrusted with white marble dust and freezing sleet, and the crimson gashes across his collarbone were smoking in the sub-zero air as his primitive Lycan heat fought the unnatural barometric drop. He did not release his grip on Kaela’s waist until his boots were firmly anchored into the gravel crust."The trajectory is narrow," Lucien growled, his rough baritone quiet, flat, and carrying the unyielding weight of a King whose stronghold was collapsing block by block. His pitch-black eyes were fixed on the high rim of the canyon above them, where the thick grey soot was swirling in violent, mechanical vortices. "Voss, hold the rear sally port. I