All Chapters of DEAR EX, I AM YOUR UNCLE'S MATE: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Annabel flinched at the growl behind her. She spun around, blade ready, and froze when a set of familiar eyes met hers. It wasn’t Elijah. It was Damian.“What are you doing here?” she demanded.Damian’s expression twisted, fury etched into his features. “I could ask you the same.” He gestured at the ruins around them. “This is what you led us to? You promised us survival, Annabel. Instead, you’ve brought destruction.”Elijah moved closer, stepping between them. “Now’s not the time, Damian.”Damian ignored him, his eyes boring into Annabel. “You knew the cost of following that thing’s plan,” he snarled, pointing at Elijah. “And you did it anyway.”Annabel’s jaw tightened. “I made a choice to save this pack. You don’t have to like it, but don’t pretend you could’ve done better.”Damian took a step forward, fists clenched. “Better than siding with a hybrid who’s brought nothing but chaos? You gambled with all of our lives!”Before Annabel could respond, Elijah spoke, his voice sharp. “En

Annabel’s fist collided with Damian’s jaw, sending him sprawling into the dirt. She stepped back, chest heaving, her knuckles stinging.“You’re out of control!” Damian spat, blood trickling from his lip. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, his eyes blazing with fury. “Do you even know what you’re doing anymore?”“I’m keeping us alive,” she shot back. “If you have a better plan, Damian, say it now—or get out of my way.”“Better plan?” He staggered to his feet, glaring at her. “Yeah, here’s one: don’t take advice from the hybrid whose entire life has been one betrayal after another!”Elijah, standing several paces away, didn’t flinch. His face was unreadable, but his voice was steady. “You’re free to leave if you think you’ll fare better on your own, Damian.”Damian advanced, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t test me, hybrid. We wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t dragged us into your personal war.”“That’s enough!” Annabel stepped between them, her voice sharp enough to cut t

The rogue wolf’s claws slammed into Annabel’s blade, sparks flying as the force drove her back. She grunted, her muscles straining as she held her ground. His laughter echoed in the chamber, taunting, venomous.“You think your strength can match mine?” he sneered, pressing harder.Annabel shifted her weight, using the momentum to spin free. Her blade arced toward his side, but he twisted, dodging at the last second.“Elijah! Now would be a great time for another spell!” she barked, her eyes never leaving the wolf.Elijah was crouched near the Nexus Core, his hands hovering over the artifact. The runes etched into its surface flared with light as he chanted under his breath.“It’s not ready yet,” he called, his voice tight with concentration.Damian darted in from the side, aiming for the rogue wolf’s exposed flank. His blade met resistance, but the strike staggered the wolf enough for Annabel to regain her footing.“Keep him off Elijah!” she ordered, lunging forward.The wolf’s eyes g

“Don’t move!” Annabel’s shout stopped Damian mid-stride. Her blade was out, her stance rigid, and her eyes locked on the fissure splitting the ground ahead of them.The earth shuddered again, a deep rumble reverberating beneath their feet. From the crack, a glow pulsed—red, alive, and entirely unnatural. Annabel tightened her grip on her weapon, her gaze darting between the fissure and Elijah’s lifeless body crumpled on the ground nearby.“It’s spreading,” Damian said, his voice low, his breath ragged.“No kidding,” Annabel shot back, her frustration barely contained.From the widening chasm, shadowy shapes began to emerge, crawling, slithering. They weren’t echoes this time. These things were solid—too real.Damian moved to stand beside Annabel, blood still dripping from the wound on his side. “We need to grab him and run,” he said, gesturing toward Elijah.Annabel didn’t move. Her focus stayed on the creatures forming from the fissure. “If we turn our backs, we’re dead,” she said bl

The clash was instant and brutal. Annabel’s doppelgänger moved first, closing the distance between them in a blur of motion. Her strike was precise, aimed directly for Annabel’s throat.Annabel twisted away, barely avoiding the attack. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice sharp, unwavering.The doppelgänger’s smile mirrored Annabel’s, but it carried a malice that felt foreign. “I’m what you could have been,” it said, its voice echoing with unnatural resonance. “And what you’ll need to become.”Annabel tightened her grip on her blade, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t need riddles. If you’ve come to fight, get on with it.”The doppelgänger’s smirk widened. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t just a fight. It’s the end of you—or everything you claim to protect.”Damian stepped forward, his weapon drawn, his eyes darting between Annabel and her twisted double. “She looks like you, but she isn’t you,” he said, his voice low.Annabel didn’t respond. Her focus was locked on the doppelgänger,