All Chapters of Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

ADAMThe moment she stepped into the tent, everything else seemed to blur.Sage.Every inch of her commanded attention—the fluid grace of her movements, the way the light from the hovering crystals caught in her hair, spilling faint gold across her shoulders. The gown she wore was soft blue, shimmering like moonlight over water, and it clung to her curves as if it had been stitched onto her skin. Every step she took was deliberate, confident, unhurried, yet every muscle in my body tightened as though I were standing before prey and temptation all at once.My wolf stirred immediately.Mine.The word was quiet, dangerous, and primal—echoing deep within me, rising with every breath she took. It was ridiculous. I clenched my jaw, forcing the beast back, but the pull only deepened when her scent reached me—warm, a mix of lilac and faint smoke, an intoxicating contradiction that I couldn't seem to shake since the first time she had stood before me.She was beautiful, yes—but that wasn't w

ADAMOddly enough, I was pleased—actually pleased—that Sage had just sidelined Darius. A dangerous thought, if there ever was one. The moment she said he wasn't needed for the dome casting, I had to stop myself from smirking. It wasn't just the satisfaction of watching Darius's composure falter; it was something deeper, a strange sense of contentment that came from her decision. And that irritated me. Since when did her choices dictate my mood?I scoffed under my breath, masking it as a cough, while my gaze drifted toward Darius. He was staring at Sage as if she were a puzzle he hadn't been given enough pieces to solve. I couldn't even blame him—half the time, I was trying to understand her myself. The woman was a contradiction wrapped in fire and silk: fierce one moment, calm the next, unreadable always.Darius's expression shifted slightly when he turned to look at me. There was a flicker of something—defiance? amusement?—before he leaned back, cool as ever. "I want to be around

I stared at Darius for a long moment, unsure if I'd heard him correctly. A prophecy? That was what had dragged an ancient creature across half the world? I wasn't sure whether to laugh or to ask him to start again, slower this time."What kind of prophecy?" I asked finally, voice softer than I intended.My mind was already spinning ahead, rifling through everything I remembered from the dusty books I'd devoured back in the secret caves of the Queen— before everything changed. The Ancients weren't supposed to exist anymore. The last records of them placed their kind far away, in the Xanthenk Mountains, buried within the icy ridges and mist-laden caverns of that region. Back when the supernatural world was younger, they'd ruled entire empires built on magic that predated the witches. Then, they vanished. Gone before the world had learned how to name half of its monsters. Well, they had been attacked, annihilated.If that incident hadn't happened, what shape would the supernatural wor

I felt my skin go cold in spite of the heat of my magic. My mind too wasn't left out—the plan and all of its scaffolding were scattering themselves, pushing forcefully against it, causing my head to pound.Darius. Had I been stupid to let him live? Yes. I had. Freda would be disappointed in me for hesitating in that field. I had been softened by his tears of blood, by the sudden linking that happened between us, and had let him go. And now, I was paying the price; now, my plans were about to be shredded. My teeth wouldn't stop gritting. I was losing control of my unbothered façade, but the anger just wouldn't let me see reason. Darius was closer than anyone had the right to be; he was closer to reading my intent like a book in his hand. "You're persistent," I said, exhaling weakly, trying for casual. My voice, however, did not sound casual.He cocked his head, that slow, predatory tilt. "You are too clever to be undone by a little curiosity, Sage. But do you really think you can hi

SAGEI stood in the centre of the hut and refused to sit. This was no time for chitchats, the time was long gone for that. I should be in the forbidden library."What am I doing here?" I repeated for the third time. My voice scraped out of me thin, stretched tight with irritation. But it didn't matter. Makeh was just as bland as she had been then.She acted like she didn't hear it. She just stirred the steaming pot in front of her, the exact same way she had done six years ago, when Diana and I had stumbled into this place half-terrified.Same hut.Same wooden chairs.Same damned smell.Behind me, Darius sank into one of the chairs with an ease that irritated me further. The ancient was actually getting comfortable. Comfortable. In Makeh's presence. In Makeh's hut. As though we were guests, not captives.I clenched my jaw and refused to move.Makeh didn't turn around. "Sit down, Sage," she said. "If you want answers, sit."I scowled, but my legs betrayed me. Anger wasn't enough to ke