บททั้งหมดของ DEAR EX, I AM YOUR UNCLE'S MATE: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

“Why didn’t you stop him?” Annabel’s voice cut like a blade through the tense gathering. Wolves circled in uneasy silence, avoiding her gaze. The icy terrain stretched around them, offering no shelter from her fury.Rogan, the rogue wolf, stood a few feet away, blood dripping from a fresh wound across his arm. “I didn’t have the chance,” he said coldly.“You had the chance,” Annabel snapped, stepping closer. “You didn’t take it. Why?”Rogan glared at her, his tone tight. “If you think I’m protecting him, you’re wrong. But charging in blind would’ve gotten us all killed.”She wasn’t satisfied. “You’re supposed to have answers. That’s why you’re here. Or are you just here to create more problems?”Several wolves exchanged uneasy glances. The cracks in the pack’s unity were growing wider, and Annabel knew it. Rogan’s cryptic nature and his shifting alliances had placed a wedge between them, and she could feel the strain tightening around her.One wolf stepped forward hesitantly. “Alpha,

Annabel launched herself into the fray, her claws raking against the massive shadow as it reared back to strike. The roar she’d heard moments ago echoed again, deeper now, rattling her bones.“Elijah!” she shouted without breaking stride, cutting through another enemy that lunged for her throat.“I see it,” Elijah growled, his voice tight. He landed beside her, dispatching two foes in a fluid motion.The pack was scattered, their defensive line broken. The hulking shadow loomed closer, a figure that dwarfed any wolf Annabel had ever seen. Its presence silenced the battlefield as it stepped into view—a beast of muscle and malice, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light.“What is that?” she demanded, keeping her stance firm even as her wolves faltered.Elijah’s gaze darkened. “The Architect’s experiment. A hybrid... like me, but worse.”The beast moved with terrifying speed, covering the distance to the heart of the battlefield in a single stride. It struck the ground with one clawed h

Annabel didn’t flinch as the Architect’s hand tightened around her throat. Her feet dangled above the glowing sigil, but her eyes burned with defiance. Behind her, the rogue wolf circled like a predator savoring its prey. His smirk taunted her, but she refused to look away from the Architect.“You’ll have to do better than this,” she rasped, her voice strained but steady.The Architect tilted his head, intrigued. “Defiance is admirable, but futile. You’ll bend when you realize the truth.”“Truth?” she spat. “All I see is a coward hiding behind tricks.”The Architect released her, and she fell hard to the frozen ground. She barely had time to catch her breath before the rogue wolf pinned her down. His claws dug into her shoulders, drawing blood.“You’re wasting energy,” he hissed. “Give in, Annabel. It’s easier.”Her head snapped back, slamming into his snout. The rogue yelped, his grip loosening just enough for her to shove him off. She scrambled to her feet, ignoring the pain in her

“How did he find us?” Annabel demanded, her voice cutting through the chaos as the howl echoed again, closer this time. The pack had barely regrouped after the beast’s fall into the cavern. Now, the rogue wolf was making his next move.Elijah grabbed her arm, urgency flashing in his eyes. “It’s not just him. That sound... it’s not natural.”Annabel glared at him. “Then we deal with it. What choice do we have?”The pack began to murmur, their panic palpable in the biting air. The youngest wolves huddled together, their gazes darting to Annabel for reassurance. She stepped forward, her voice sharp as steel. “Quiet. We move as one.”The murmur died, but before she could issue another order, the ice beneath her feet trembled. She stilled, her senses stretching out. Elijah noticed it too, his head tilting as he sniffed the air.“Something’s coming,” he muttered.The ground split suddenly, a jagged crack racing across the ice. From it emerged a sickeningly familiar scent—decay mixed with un

Annabel stood at the edge of the battlefield, her breath a harsh rhythm in her ears. The wolves the rogue had corrupted crept closer. Their eyes glowed, their bodies twisted as if molded by an unseen hand. They were familiar. Faces she had fought beside, trusted. Now, they were her enemies.“Stand down!” she shouted, her voice raw. “You’re still my wolves!”A growl answered, low and feral. It came from Clara, her former second-in-command, who now led the corrupted pack.“You think we’re still yours?” Clara sneered, stepping forward. Her voice was layered, as though someone else spoke with her. “We’ve seen the truth. You’re no leader. You’re nothing but a pawn.”Annabel glanced over her shoulder. Elijah was still recovering, leaning heavily against a rock. His face was pale, but his eyes burned with defiance.“We can’t fight them all,” he said, his voice hoarse.“We don’t have a choice,” Annabel replied.The corrupted wolves lunged.Annabel met the first wave with everything she had.