Semua Bab Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Bab 241 - Bab 250

The no-man’s land was still as dead as the last time I had been here—just as I remembered from the day Adam and his brothers almost ended my life.Even though Makeh had hinted that the reality of that traumatic incident might be different, I had chosen to believe the same truth I had always known, until proven otherwise.I looked around slowly, my hand tightening around Diana’s smaller one as if the ground itself might try to claim her. Ahead of us, the others were already moving forward, fanning out in loose formation toward the denser part of the pack’s forest.And yet, I didn’t hurry to follow them as would have been my custom. No. I continued to take in the details slowly as if studying it.The no man’s land stretched in every direction, flat and without mercy. No trees clawed at the sky, no wild grass swayed under invisible wind—just brittle, yellow-gray stalks that crumbled when you brushed them. Even the air seemed thin here, robbed of proper oxygen, so each breath carried the

Daniel, Diana, and I moved down the main street–alive with chatter and activities– of the Lycan King’s pack territory, the afternoon sun spilling liquid gold over rooftops and cobbled paths. Between them, I felt almost shielded — but not from the stares. The stares had a way of curling around you here, like smoke you couldn’t wave away.It wasn’t the first time I’d walked among wolves who didn’t know what to make of me, but it was the first time I suspected they’d already been told the full story. The King had likely gathered his council after the Queen’s event and shared his version — perhaps even word-for-word — of what I had done in her court. The glances from the people leaning in shop doorways told me as much: wary, measuring, and curious, all at onceThen I saw them.It had been a flicker at first—an unmistakable glimpse of Claire and Levina. The two of them stood in the shadow of a stall where Naomi hovered, her lips moving quickly as if she were trying to convince them of so

The water still clung to my skin when the scream tore through the air the second time.For a heartbeat, none of us moved. We froze, the illusion of paradise shattered in an instant. A silence heavier than stone pressed down on us as Raul, Diana, and I turned to one another, wide-eyed, as if searching each other’s faces for confirmation. Had we imagined it? This place was supposed to be hidden, untouched, a zone where no one should have been lurking. But the scream came again, rawer, guttural—someone being mauled alive.A shiver shot up my spine. My chest squeezed tight. Before I realized I was speaking, I was shouting–“Out of the water! Now!”--as if the others weren’t already scrambling.I flung my hands outward, tugging at the threads of magic inside me. My pulse spiked, my blood hummed with power, and with a sweep of energy, the water peeled from our skin and hair, evaporating in a sudden shimmer of heat. The clothes we had shed earlier reformed on our bodies, called from where th

“Why did the vampire not kill you?” the Lycan King asked me as we settled in a room akin to a common room in the main palace building. The others in the room with us were Diana, Raul, his sons, and his two trusted advisors—his Beta and Gamma.“He said it was not the right time,” I replied, my appetite refusing to wake even when the servers brought lofty dishes before me and Diana, who shared a two-seat sofa with me. “I wasn’t sure what he meant. I only wanted to escape, so I didn’t stay for more discussion, or to find out if he had been telling the truth.”The King nodded slowly and shared knowing glances with his men. What message passed between them I wasn’t aware, but I knew I wouldn’t be treated as anything less than a dignitary in this pack all through my stay here.“Okay,” he said at last. “But can you trace the magic used on it?”I frowned at the question, then looked at Raul, a brow cocked. Was there something like that? Raul must have understood, because he gave a small shru

I woke up the next day with the knowing that my birthday had arrived. How could I forget? My birthday coincided with the day the goddess’s handiwork was remembered and appreciated, and also the day that had heralded my bullying episodes in the pack. It was supposed to be a day of light, of gratitude, of celebration. Instead, it was a scar. My scar. It was the day, on my sixteenth birthday, that I had been marked an outcast in the pack—a less than an outcast, worse than an omega.The thought landed in my chest with the weight of a stone, and I inhaled sharply, feeling the despondent mood swarming me like a dark tide. I dragged myself from the bed and padded over to the window. The sky outside was still ink-dark, a faint bruise of gray suggesting dawn’s approach. My eyes found the clock across the room. Just four a.m. The world would soon awaken, but for now, everything was suspended in this liminal quiet.My gaze softened when it fell on Diana. She was still asleep, looking peacefu