Lahat ng Kabanata ng Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Kabanata 351 - Kabanata 360

ADAMShe stopped.Not abruptly, not startled—but with a measured stillness that made the night lean closer, as if the world itself had paused to watch what would happen next.I halted too, my grip tightening unconsciously around her hand.For a breath, I simply stared at her.At the angle of her face as she turned slightly toward me. At the way moonlight softened the sharpness of her cheekbones. At her hair—dark, glossy, falling in a way that didn't quite sit right in my mind, as though some instinct deep inside me was whispering that this wasn't its true shade. Her eyes troubled me more. Too vivid. Too deliberate. As if she'd chosen them rather than been born with them.And yet none of that mattered. Because the feelings didn't stop.They hadn't stopped since the moment I'd been waiting in her living room, restless, irritated with myself, when she had walked in wearing that casual confidence like a second skin. They hadn't stopped when she teased me, slow and deliberate, her voice

ADAMShe was powerful.The thought struck me with the weight of inevitability, settling deep in my chest as I watched Sage stand there, her brow drawn tight after the priest's words. The faint rumble of the waters had not yet stilled. It lingered, vibrating through the chamber like an aftershock, as if the cave itself was reluctant to forget her presence.Powerful wasn't even the right word. She had made the waters move.My fingers curled slowly at my sides. That wasn't supposed to happen. Not without a trial. Not without a child stepping forward to be measured by fate and blood and bone. And yet the pool had stirred the moment she crossed the threshold, answering her like an old friend—or a subject recognizing its sovereign.Just like Dora.The memory rose unbidden, sharp and unwelcome. Six years ago, this same chamber. The same low hum. My wolf stirred. I told you. She is one and the same."No," I thought back immediately, almost violently. "That's not possible."It couldn't be. D

ADAMCan two people's lips taste the same?The question stalked me all the way back to my quarters, pacing my thoughts with the same relentless rhythm as my boots against stone. The night air should have cooled me, cleared my head. Instead, it sharpened everything—memory, sensation, doubt.Maya's lips had tasted like rain and iron. Like something wild caught between fear and defiance. I remembered the way she used to smile before she kissed me, like she already knew the outcome and was daring fate to interfere.Dora's had been different. Softer. Warmer. A quiet promise layered beneath the fire. Kissing Dora had felt like coming home to a place I hadn't known I'd been searching for. There had been grief there too, always grief, as if she carried endings in her bones.And Sage.Sage's lips tasted like both.The realization made me slow my steps, my chest tightening as the royal gates loomed ahead. Stone and iron parted for me, familiar and unyielding, but my thoughts refused to fall in

SAGEThe pain came in waves sharp enough to steal breath, then thought, then language.It felt as if my insides were tearing themselves apart and rebuilding wrong, like bones grinding to find new places, like veins unraveling and being threaded again by hands that did not care how much it hurt. I screamed until my throat went raw, until the sound fractured into something animal and humiliating, until even that was swallowed by the agony."What is happening to me," I sobbed, nails scraping uselessly against the floor.No answer came.I cursed the goddess first, loud and vicious, words spat with all the bitterness I'd swallowed over the years. I cursed Malek next, hope flaring stupidly that she might hear, that she might intervene.Nothing.I reached for her anyway, desperate, flinging my mind outward, searching for that familiar resistance, that divine pressure.There was nothing to grasp."Cowards," I gasped, the word ripped from me as another convulsion bent me nearly in half. "All

“What did you say happened,” I demanded, my voice rising despite myself. “Start again.”Isla flinched like I’d struck her.She stood in the middle of the room with her hands clenched tight against her skirts, knuckles pale, eyes too bright. She still looked shaken, like she hadn’t fully returned to herself after whatever horror had unfolded hours ago. That alone should have warned me—Isla didn’t rattle easily.Something had happened to Sage.The thought had been coiling tighter in my chest since the first wave of pain had hit me in my study.I’d been reviewing reports, half-listening to the rain against the windows, when it struck without warning. A sudden, scorching agony ripped through my insides, so sharp it stole my breath. It felt as though something deep within me had torn in two.I’d lurched to my feet, chair skidding back, one hand braced on the desk as I sucked in air through clenched teeth. I’d checked myself instinctively—no wound, no blood, no visible cause. Confusion had