All Chapters of Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

The moment Diana and I stepped into the party hall, the air shifted.Conversations faltered mid-sentence, music softened, and a wave of attention rolled toward us. Heads turned, eyes widened, and for one brief, delicious moment, it felt as if the whole room had been waiting for my arrival.My gown — my mother’s masterpiece — lived through its function, so strikingly deep it seemed to drink in the light, only to spill it back in silver-thread embroidery that shimmered like constellations across the fabric. Every step sent the skirt rippling, the tiny beadwork at the hem winking like droplets of frozen starlight.My now white hair, streaked with a few stubborn black strands, had been coiled into an intricate style, each twist catching the glow from the chandeliers above. Mother had wanted me to look like a queen’s equal. From the murmurs swelling around us, I knew she had succeeded.My ears drank in the murmurs greedily while my brain consumed them rapidly.Oh my God, Laura outdid herse

Silence. Thick as storm clouds, heavy as judgment.Diana was probably right. I was mad; there was no other way to describe the reason for the numbing silence in the room. Only a mad person could do it, could conduct this massacre of music, could hold hundreds of people ransom to silence.The grand hall — once bloated with music, wine, and whispers — now held its breath, waiting for the Queen to speak. And I? I sat in the center of it all, my fingers resting lightly on the stem of my goblet, trying not to show just how hard my heart was pounding.Everyone was watching the Queen. But I watched everyone else.Her family, for instance. The stunned, tight-lipped Raul. The pale, visibly trembling Rachel. Duke, whose mouth had pressed into a furious line, was beginning to stand, then stopped when the Queen did not acknowledge him.Hendel was glaring at me, his clenched fists on the well adorned table shining white under the bright light. I knew that he would have snuffed the life out of me,

ADAMThe walls between the banquet hall and this smaller reception chamber weren’t thick enough to block the noise of celebration, but they blurred it into something distant and strange—laughter reduced to a muffled hum, music softened into a ghostly echo. The air was heavier here, warmer, carrying the sweet bite of wine and the lingering scent of roasted meats. A faint curl of smoke from the hearth reached me, earthy and familiar.I lounged back in the high-backed chair, one ankle crossed over my knee, goblet balanced in my hand. My fingers traced the polished stem slowly, over and over. The firelight danced in restless shapes, licking up the blackened logs, and I found myself watching it the way one might watch a dangerous animal—entranced and wary.The flames reminded me of her.Dora. A false name, but it was all I had of her.Dora. Reckless. Bold. Infuriating.I could still see her as clearly as if she were standing in the room now—chin lifted, voice carrying through the great ha

“What did the vampire say to you?” Queen Aliana asked me, eyes filled with unrestrained curiosity, her hands shaking—almost unseen—maybe in fear?We were in another section of the palace after confirming with each guard, stationed in groups, to escort our guests to the guest houses, and the citizens to their houses for the night. And when I say “we,” I meant the Queen and her family, including Rachel and Duke, whose journey out of the community had been stalled until the next day. There was also the Lycan King and his sons—no friends this time around. Then there was my family, and some of the trustworthy elders of the community, Dim inclusive. There were also the rulers of the neighboring communities.“Nothing much.” My voice was yet to recover from the earlier shock, even though it had been hours now. I didn’t think I would be recovering anytime soon either… that face… the filth, the venom.I shook my head, inhaling sharply when I felt a presence behind me. Sharply, because my back

Mr. Lethon looked so heartbroken at his daughter’s betrayal—betrayal of me, of him—that for a fleeting moment, I considered patting his shoulder, offering the usual hollow reassurance that everything would be fine, that this was simply the stuff of life. The fickleness of human nature was no strange phenomenon to me. People’s loyalties shifted with the seasons, sometimes without warning, and more often without shame. But I swallowed that impulse, letting out a tired sigh instead.Sliding into one of the chairs opposite his desk, I crossed one leg over the other, resting my elbow lazily on the armrest and my cheek against my palm. I studied the two of them—father and daughter—locked in their silent standoff.“So why did you bring me here?” I asked finally, breaking the uncomfortable quiet.It was directed at Levina, and the way she startled—like a guilty child caught sneaking sweets—told me she had nearly forgotten I was in the room. She shrugged, all casual defiance.“For him to give