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In The Holding Cell: A Dream

Autor: Nessa Ty
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The confinement room smelled of disinfectant and spoiled cabbage, but it was just like Naomi had described it—not as bad as a dungeon.

There was a bed right in the middle of the room with a white bed sheet; comfortable at first sight. The room had double windows and there was a bathroom, small but neat.

It was okay, just like a holding cell. I could survive here till the investigation result came out. I had faith in Adam that he wouldn't let me rot in the cell.

Sitting on the bed after the little tour of about twenty minutes; after the intake of a cup of water which a guard had given me out of the blues, I felt dizzy. I was also tired of waiting for Adam who had promised to see me soon.

So, I decided to sleep. I was sure that the time was around 10pm, even though my phone had been confiscated by the guard, including my jewelleries.

Taking a deep breath, and muttering a prayer for the investigation to go in my favor, I shut my eyes and slept off.

I didn’t know how long I must ha
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  • Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets   unbothered ii

    SAGE"Were you planning to leave her there?" I asked, my voice calm, almost conversational.The woman's body which laid on the ground idly, had her eyes glassy, lips still parted in that final, silent scream. Her skin was pale as chalk, all color drained, veins dark beneath the surface like ink bleeding through paper. For a moment, I just stared at her—at how fragile she looked, how easily life slipped away from flesh. Then I sighed.With a small flick of my wrist, the earth trembled beneath her. Roots slithered aside as soil loosened and parted, forming a hollow grave. The ground accepted her silently, swallowing her whole. When it closed again, there was no trace of her—no blood, no struggle, no witness.I reverted my attention to the vampire, who stood a few paces away, licking the last of her blood from his lips. His smirk was sharp, fear slipping away–or pretending to, the kind only creatures like him could wear—half mockery, half hunger.He shrugged, eyes gleaming like garnets

  • Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets   unbothered

    SAGEThe evening air was cool, kissed with the faint scent of rain and pine. I pulled my cloak tighter around my shoulders as I wandered through the paved streets of the colony, each stone still faintly warm beneath my boots from the day's sun. Lanterns hung from black iron posts, their soft orange glow spilling over the cobblestones, catching the wary faces of those who passed me.They didn't say much—no one dared to anymore—but they looked. Always looked. Some bowed their heads, others stepped aside, giving me a wide berth as though I carried the plague. A few, the bolder ones, gave a respectful nod, murmuring greetings like "Champion" or "Lady Sage." I neither corrected nor acknowledged them. Titles were meaningless when you were one fight away from either glory or death.Tomorrow was the final match. The one that would decide everything. Darius versus Sage. Alpha's chosen versus the wild card. And I was expected to bleed for their entertainment again.I exhaled, a dry laugh esca

  • Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets   attacks begin

    ADAMShe did it.The thought came slow, disbelieving, as I stared at the combat field now cloaked in an unnatural silence. The noise that had thundered through the arena moments ago had died so completely that I could hear the wind dragging sand across the ground. The crowd was frozen—mouths parted, breaths caught. Even the royal guests from distant packs had fallen quiet, their jeweled goblets stilled midair.Sage stood in the middle of the field, chest rising and falling, her hair sticking to her face with sweat and blood. The defeated warrior lay at her feet, motionless but breathing. She didn't gloat. She didn't celebrate. She simply looked down at him, lips curling into a faint, sharp sneer—one that carried both victory and disdain.The sight stirred something in me I couldn't name.She'd beaten one of my best men. A trained wolf who'd been in service since he was fifteen. I'd seen him rip through challengers twice her size. And she'd done it without any weapon, without high-lev

  • Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets   fighting a wolf

    SAGEThe roar of the crowd was deafening. The combat field looked almost too small for the number of people pressed against the barriers, eager, greedy for blood. The stands were overflowing — royals in their jeweled seats, visitors from other packs, humans who had bribed their way in for a glimpse of the real show. Even some had come cloaked in glamour, pretending to be nobles from far territories. Everyone loved the smell of danger. Everyone loved a fight.And today, I was the main attraction.I could feel their eyes on me as I stepped into the arena, the sand warm beneath my boots, the heavy metallic scent of past fights still lingering in the air. The banners of the royal pack fluttered above the stands. Somewhere near the center, I could see the royal box — Adam seated there, expression carved from stone, his brothers lounging beside him like this was some private amusement. Claire was there too, looking murderous in her red gown. Good. Let her seethe.I rolled my shoulders, br

  • Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets   progress

    The room was quiet. Too quiet. The kind that made one's mind chase its own tail. I had been reading for hours, eyes dragging over the same page thrice before it stuck. Isla had lent me the book earlier that evening, some romantic fiction she swore would "help me sleep." But sleep was the last thing I wanted.I wanted to stay awake.If my hunch was right, the Queen would come tonight. She always came after an uproar—whenever I stirred the nest too much. She had her ways of appearing uninvited, wrapped in light and secrets.Still, the book was a good distraction. I traced my finger over a line that was supposed to be romantic, and instead snorted. The heroine in the story had fainted because her lover smiled. Fainted. I couldn't even imagine it.My lips twitched. I could still see Claire's face from dinner—red, flustered, caught between rage and humiliation. I chuckled, closing my eyes for a moment to savor it. Isla and I had played our parts too well.The best part was how the mighty

  • Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets   fascination

    ADAM I watched them leave. The doors had barely shut when the silence descended again, heavier than before. Her scent still lingered—warm spice and earth after rain. Sage. Even the name was an irony. A woman like that didn't need wisdom to survive—she needed restraint, and she had none of it.I leaned back in my chair, pushing the plate away, the remnants of food untouched. Her words kept circling my head like vultures. The men I'd sent to inquire about her—killed. Or so she'd said, with that taunting smirk, like she wanted me to doubt myself, to question the authority I held in my own pack. And damn it, it worked.She hadn't denied it either, not really. Her tongue danced on that thin line between truth and provocation. Maybe the men were dead. Maybe they weren't. Maybe she'd killed them herself, that brazen witch.The hall was still. Even the brides had stopped whispering for a while. But the peace didn't last."Are you all seeing this now?" Claire's voice sliced through the silen

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