All Chapters of Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

ADAMRestless. That's what I'd been all evening.The moon hung somewhere behind the clouds, its faint light slipping through my office window and glinting off the pile of books scattered across my desk. Some were ancient, their spines cracked, pages yellowed with age. Others were newer, filled with recent research from scholars who barely understood what they were writing about. But all of them had one word in common—vampires.Creatures that had no business being here. Not in this land. Not after nearly a century of absence.My fingers drummed against the table as I stared at the words swimming across the open page before me. The ink blurred; my thoughts didn't. What were they looking for? What did they want from my lands?The reports from the colonies hadn't been exaggerated—I'd confirmed the evidence myself. Two dead, both drained dry. The scent of blood had lingered thick in the air when my men arrived. And the bodies—those had been the worst part. No claw marks. No burns. Just… pu

ADAMEdward Brekan, ex Alpha King of our kind in this regions, and self-proclaimed historian of everything worth knowing, looked at me like I had just grown a second head. His eyes flicked from me to my brothers, disbelief thick enough to cut through."Don't you three do any research at all? Didn't you hear what I said earlier?" His voice thundered through the meeting room. "Or do you think the old books in the library are there for decoration?"I bit back a groan, exchanging a glance with Noah and Daniel. We'd spent the years training armies, managing colonies, and pulling the pack out of debt—but apparently, not reading enough dusty books made us ignorant fools.None of us replied.The silence stretched long enough that even the candle flames seemed to lean away from it. Finally, Edward exhaled and rubbed his temples, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot like 'spirits save me from my own offspring.'"The Ancients," he began again, his tone softer but no less grav

SAGEI knew the fight wouldn't happen the moment I heard the bell toll.The sound was deep, ancient—a slow, heavy clang that rolled through the air and seeped into my bones. It pulled me out of the kind of sleep that had no dreams, just exhaustion. For a moment, I didn't know where I was. The ceiling above me blurred, shifting between the witches' white stones and the darker ceilings of the pack's quarters. Then Isla's voice came hammering against the door."Sage! Wake up! Something's happening!"I groaned, rolling over and burying my face in the pillow. "Go away."But Isla wasn't the kind to take hints. Her knocking only grew louder, more desperate. "Didn't you hear the bell? The whole pack is on fire. You need to come out—""Then go," I muttered, eyes still closed. "Go and don't come back."Truthfully, my body felt like it had been torn apart and glued back together. The teleportation from the witches' territory had drained more energy than I'd expected. I'd barely managed to throw

ADAMDaniel's temper snapped before anyone could stop him.The sharp clatter of porcelain against marble shattered the quiet like a gunshot. The teacup hit the floor and rolled, spilling amber liquid across the tiles."What does she mean by she's busy?" Daniel barked, half-rising from his chair. The veins on his neck strained with fury, his fists trembling where they rested against the table.We were in the royal dining room. Lunch had just ended, and the maids had barely cleared the plates. Sunlight filtered weakly through the stained-glass windows, scattering colors over the long table, but the air was thick with tension instead of warmth.Daniel's outburst didn't surprise me. His admiration for Sage had turned to bitterness since the day she had insulted us all after we hosted her. His pride was bleeding, and he was the kind of man who'd rather burn than let it heal."She said she's busy?" Noah repeated, voice colder than Daniel's. His scowl deepened as he leaned back in his chair,

SAGEBut the royal family was more stunned by Darius and I's seemingly good relationship, more than my smart mouth. Very evident, when I smirked at my next contestant and winked at him in the same vein, when he laughed and leaned toward me as if wanting to whisper.Nothing was whispered, but the royals wouldn't know it. They were probably thinking we were clothing our words from their ears with magic.If I had known our little greeting would stir the entire royal family into silence, I might have done it sooner. The looks on their faces now—shock, disbelief, and a pinch of fear—were almost too delicious to resist. I leaned back slightly, watching them through lowered lashes, my lips curving into the faintest smile. They didn't know what to make of me and Darius laughing like old friends. Perfect. Let them stew in their confusion.Too bad that same Darius and I were supposed to kill each other in two days—or maybe not. Who knows? Fate could be unpredictable. Maybe we'd both live long