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All Chapters of Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

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queries ii

ADAMI paced the common room until the floor beneath my boots felt worn thin by my steps. Back and forth. Back and forth.The space was large, meant for councils and celebrations, for laughter and raised cups and the easy noise of a pack at rest. Now it felt too open, too empty, every sound echoing back at me like an accusation.Three days. Three days since Sage had vanished into thin air.I dragged a hand through my hair, breath coming harder than it should have. Confusion sat heavy in my chest, tangled tightly with anger, worry, and a fear I refused to name aloud. I had sent warriors across the land—scouts, trackers. I had called in favors, debts owed from years past. I had ordered searches in places I had sworn never to involve my pack.Nothing.No scent. No magic residue. No whisper of her trail. It was as though she had never existed.The thought made something inside me splinter.I had seen this before. Felt it. Lived it.Maya. Dora.Women who had existed once, vividly, brightl

ancient

“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…

ancient ii

SAGE Prince Valenf was the one who spoke first.“How are you feeling now, Sage?”His voice was calm, measured, carrying the quiet authority of someone who did not need to raise it to be obeyed. I bowed low before him, instinctively, deeply—lower than I had bowed to anyone in years. Power wrapped around him like a second skin, dense and ancient and unmistakable. It pressed against my senses, not aggressively, but with a presence that dared anything around it to forget who he was.Prince of his people.I found myself wondering how old he truly was. He looked no older than Darius—no older than a virile male in his late twenties, broad-shouldered, sharp-eyed, his hair dark and neatly bound at the nape of his neck. But the weight in his gaze told another story. Time clung to him differently. Like stone shaped by centuries of water.“I’m better,” I said, lifting my head. My voice did not shake. I was proud of that.He studied me for a moment longer, then inclined his head slightly. “Sit

ancient iii

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

escape

SAGEI didn’t think I would ever get used to it.I stood before the mirror, unmoving, my reflection staring back at me with a calm confidence I possessed. The room was quiet, dawn creeping in slowly from the edges of the world, and still I couldn’t look away.The wardrobe had offered me only dresses—flowing and elegant, meant for bodies like this one. I wore one now, pale and soft, the fabric clinging in places it never used to, skimming curves I hadn’t fully accepted as mine. My wig rested in my hands, familiar, grounding.My real hair fell down my back in a long, silken cascade—white as snow, but no longer purely so. Gold threaded through it now, fine streaks catching the light whenever I moved, as though sunlight itself had decided to live there. The same gold ringed my eyes, encircling the irises in a thin, unmistakable halo that marked me for what I was.Ancient. Half Ancient, or thereabout.The mark on my forehead had deepened too. It was no longer something faint, no longer ea

back to the plan

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

lifemates

SAGEOnce, I had wondered what it felt like to have a mate.Not in the abstract way people talked about it—bonded, chosen, destined—but in the visceral sense. To know a mate. To smell them and have something deep and raw inside you recognize the truth before your mind ever could. To understand the pull that made people reckless, foolish, brave.I had felt a sliver of it once. As Maya.That first time with Adam, years ago, in the caves, there had been something there—something tentative and fragile, like the first note of a song that never quite found its chorus. But time had eroded it. Betrayal had ruptured it. Distance had finished the work. Eventually, even the longing had died.Or so I had thought.Now—I shut my eyes as his voice carried through the door, threading its way into the room as though walls were merely a suggestion.“Sage?”The sound of it made something inside me twist.Lifemates.The word rose unbidden, heavy and dangerous. I held back an incredulous scoff.Lifemat

lifemates ii

“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

lifemates iii

ADAMI felt her before I ever stepped into the room. Before she herself crossed into the quarters.The bond—if that was what this was—tightened like a living thing beneath my skin, undeniable. It had been there even when she was gone, faint but persistent, like a distant echo I could never fully silence.Now, standing here, it was overwhelming.I faced the wall, my back to the room, my palms braced against stone I barely registered. I had come here with purpose—had told myself I needed answers, needed to confront her privately, needed to look into her eyes and demand the truth.I wished I hadn’t come. Especially when she entered the space, especially when her voice reached me.Because if I turned around, I wasn’t sure I would stop myself.Her scent filled the room, saturated the air, crawled into my lungs and settled there like a claim. My wolf surged violently, recognition slamming into instinct, into hunger, into something old and irrevocable.Mine.The thought wasn’t conscious. It

not mates

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,

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