บททั้งหมดของ Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

I looked at my family. I looked at the Lycan triplets, whose faces were also ridden with surprise—they hadn’t seen this part of the congratulatory visit coming. I looked at Naomi and the rest; they were all ridden with surprise, and their faces were all ridden with the same question—why was the king inviting me to a party, attended only by werewolves? What was the business of the witches with the moon goddess? Witches didn’t understand the moon goddess, since they had theirs to celebrate, so why invite one? And wouldn’t that invitation trigger the ‘anger of the moon goddess’, as the pack would always love to put it? Was that notion being broken because of me? Wow, I never thought I would see the day where a protocol as huge as that would be broken because of me. My gaze reverted to the king again. He had a tentative smile on his lips, like he was half expecting me to reject the next words that would come out of his mouth. “Part of your reward includes traveling to places you wish

ADAMAs I walked behind my brothers and friends into our territory, my mind was miles away. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dora. The memory of her cheeks flushed from our last meeting was vivid in my mind. I remembered how I had wanted to kiss her lips, not just her cheeks. The thought made me ache with longing. I missed her so much. I couldn’t believe how quickly she had come to mean so much to me.I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely noticed Claire’s voice cutting through my reverie. “Adam,” she said, sounding curious and a little annoyed. “When did you and Dora get so close? She’s tickling your fancy too…?”I tried to ignore her, hoping she would just go away. I wasn’t in the mood for this conversation. But Claire wasn’t one to let things go easily. She reached out and grabbed my arm, her grip firm.I turned to glare at her, irritation burning in my eyes. “Don’t touch me,” I said sharply. “Just don’t.”Claire’s eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly let go of my arm. I

After the dismissal bell rang, after the professor walked out of the class, Rachel and Raul made a stop at my desk, before heading to the detention room. At first I ignored them, gingerly and slowly putting my books inside my bag, aware that my classmates weren’t moving, even with the noises of students’ movements in the hallway. They were all waiting to know why the twins were standing in front of my desk; they were standing to protect. It should have made me happy, considering at one time it was what I had wanted most, solidarity. But now, it seemed like a disturbance. Was it because of my powers? I wasn’t sure, but it was what it was. I thought of dismissing them myself, but then I let it go; I didn’t think the twins would be here for long, I didn’t want to seem like a dictator either. I wasn’t a bully, and I surely wouldn’t order people around. “Dora, can we speak with you for one second…” I said nothing in return. Rather I made sure that my backpack was up to date, before t

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Dora?” Levina asked softly as we stood right outside the thick forest that seemed to be calling to me, if the deep humming in my blood and the sharp craving to walk into its embrace were any indication. “This is a place forbidden to us as students. It is forbidden to members of the community, only allowed to a select few for certain occasions…so what are we doing here? I thought we were going on a tour of the palace…” She continued, her grip on my arm tightening as she feasted her eyes on the thick vegetation ahead of us. “So, what do you guys think?” Rachel asked in a chirpy tone, gazing at us with a mischievous glint in her eyes. I glanced down at Diana, who was clutching my right hand, hoping to see some fear in her eyes so that I could convince her to go home, but the stiff-necked girl was smiling. Why couldn’t she be like her fellow age mates? I wondered for the umpteenth time, looking away from her to the forest again, exhaling softly when

My heart immediately surged with anticipation at the mention of my parents. Did he finally discover the truth? Was this the last bus stop on my journey to uncover the truth?But then Raul sighed deeply, a downcast expression settling on his face, causing my heart to beat irregularly. Were my parents dead? “Are you going to talk, Raul, or do you want me to develop high blood pressure first?” I asked, unable to tolerate the tension any longer. “I’m sorry… I just saw the hopeful look…” He paused, inhaling deeply, further confusing me. What was he talking about? Did something happen to my parents? “Dora, we couldn’t trace your lineage. I tried; the people…” I raised my hand, silencing him. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.” I stated firmly, noticing the myriad of emotions flashing across his face—disappointment in his tracking skills, loathing, and self-hate. But none of that was necessary. It’s not like I was that invested in this matter—though I was a tad bit curious. I really w