Lahat ng Kabanata ng Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Kabanata 361 - Kabanata 370

“I hope this won’t make us lifemates,” I said lightly, the words forced into something that sounded like a joke. “Because if so, I might be the first female to kill off her lifemate…”I leaned closer to Darius’s wrist and licked the pinprick where my fangs had pierced him. The taste of his blood still lingered on my tongue—rich, utterly enticing and delicious, addicting, humming faintly with ancient power. Under my gaze, the tiny wounds sealed themselves, skin knitting together seamlessly.I watched it happen with quiet fascination. So, this is what I had become? My spittle now had healing properties. A wonderful phenomenon only seen in these gods-blessed supernaturals , according to the half-forgotten texts I’d once skimmed through in the forbidden royal library, and dismissed as myth. Seeing it happen—feeling it—was something else entirely. Another enigma stacked neatly atop the mountain of things I didn’t yet understand about myself. Powers I was yet to understand, to tap into…

So they knew.The thought followed me like a shadow as I walked out of the cave beside the priestess, her voice flowing steadily as she spoke about training, discipline, control—about how I would learn to harness the power now coiled inside my blood.I barely heard her.The Abstenum is in the pack… how do we approach?The words replayed in my mind over and over, growing heavier each time. If the ancients knew of the Abstenum, then it meant one thing—they were coming for it. Not just as observers. Not just as allies.They would fight for it. Against the werewolves. Against the vampires. Or worse… they might negotiate with the werewolves…My fingers curled slowly at my sides. I didn’t care which path they chose, not really. All I cared about was time. I needed my revenge before they arrived in force, before politics and treaties and ancient laws swallowed everything whole.Which meant I couldn’t stay here. I have to leave tonight. The realization settled coldly in my chest. Whatever p

I stood miles away from the boundary.The invisible line separating the lycan region and its colonies from the rest of the world shimmered faintly to my senses, not with sight but with power—wards layered upon wards, old magic braided with newer ones, humming like a living thing. I could feel it pressing against my skin, familiar and unwelcome all at once. Wards made to keep mostly humans away, except they came around with a guard, someone with a keen eye to the supernatural.This was where I was supposed to be. Not some mountain. In the stage of my plan, this was where I was supposed to be.And yet, for the first time since I fled the mountains, doubt crept in, even without El’s troublesome voice in my head. I paused on a ridge overlooking the land, the wind tugging at my clothes, carrying scents I recognized too well—wolves, earth, smoke, blood old and new. Home, if such a word could still apply to me. Or a cage, depending on how one looked at it.To my left lay the direction of

“Isla, get out here or I am going to leave you behind.” My voice cut through the house, sharp enough to sting. It was already past noon, sunlight pouring through the windows in lazy sheets, and my patience was long gone. Guards had arrived earlier in the morning and hauled most of our belongings away to the new location. All that remained was us. Or rather—her. For some infuriating reason, Isla was still not ready.I stood in the sitting room, arms crossed, jaw tight, already knowing without checking exactly why she was taking so long. She had a date. Again. With the same werewolf she had been seeing for weeks now, sneaking glances and soft smiles like this was some harmless romance.I exhaled through my nose. I hoped—fiercely—that she hadn’t been foolish enough to fall in love.Werewolves had mates. Fate-bound, irreversible mates. And when a true mate appeared, everything else became irrelevant. Promises, affection, history—it all vanished. Isla would be discarded without hesitati

So this was what it meant to be intimate with your mate. I opened my eyes slowly, languidly, as though my body had forgotten urgency.Pleasure still hummed beneath my skin, a low, satisfied thrum that made even breathing feel indulgent. My limbs were heavy, loose, pleasantly sore, as if every muscle had been stretched and claimed and then carefully set back into place.I turned my head slightly, the sheets whispering against my skin, and a soft sound escaped me before I could stop it—half sigh, half memory.Heat curled low in my belly again, uninvited but welcome.The intimacy replayed itself without mercy. Adam’s strength. His relentless focus. The way his restraint had finally shattered, the way he had said my name like it was both a prayer and a curse. It hadn’t dulled with time. If anything, it had sharpened. Being lifemates had made it worse—better—more consuming than it had ever been when I had been Maya.My breath hitched as the memory crested, and I pressed my lips together,