Todos los capítulos de Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Capítulo 411 - Capítulo 420

SAGE“Justice! Justice! Justice!”The chant rolled through the arena like a living thing, rising and falling in waves, thick with relief, rage, and triumph. I heard it. Of course I heard it. The sound vibrated through stone and bone alike. But I found myself only half-present in it, because the four towering beasts surrounding me were far more engaging.Their minds brushed against mine—not words exactly, but impressions, images, emotions layered atop one another in a strange, shared mental platform that felt as natural as breathing. Congratulations pulsed warmly from them, deep and rumbling like distant thunder. Beneath that was something else. A question.Why did you take so long to free us from her evilness?There was no accusation in it. Only curiosity. And something that might have been mild reproach.I smiled up at the molten-scaled one, running my hand along the heated ridge of its snout. “I am sorry,” I told them silently, pushing the thought outward so all four could feel it

SAGEI knew the exact moment we entered the region of the vampires’ lair.It was not marked by a wall or a sign or any visible boundary. It was just a particular shift in the air. A heaviness that settled into my lungs like damp ash. The land stretched wide before us, roughly the circumference of a small town, yet it felt abandoned by life itself. The soil under our boots had turned a sickly gray, cracked and hardened like skin left too long in the sun. Withered trees stood scattered across the terrain, their branches skeletal and twisted, clawing at the dimming sky as though they had once tried to escape and failed. No leaves. No birds. No sound of insects.A creek wound through the center of the region, but it did not flow with clarity. The water was murky and sluggish, carrying a sour stench that rose with every faint stir of wind. The banks were lined with blackened moss, slimy and rotting, as if even decay here refused to complete its cycle.The air was stale. Not merely still—

SAGEI opened my eyes to white.For a long moment, I did not understand what I was seeing. My mind floated somewhere thick and heavy, like I was suspended beneath deep water. The ceiling above me was smooth and unpainted, carved stone worn down by years of touch and time. I blinked slowly, trying to piece together why my body felt like it had been broken apart and stitched back wrong.My limbs were heavy. My chest ached. Even breathing felt like work.A faint scent of incense curled through the air—earthy and sharp, the kind the priest favored during healings. The smoke drifted lazily toward the ceiling in pale ribbons.Where was I?I swallowed, and even that small motion hurt.Memories came in fragments. Ash. Light. Screams. Adam’s arms catching me before I hit the ground.Vampires. The sun. The abyss. The Queen.I turned my head slightly. At the foot of the bed sat Adam.He was slumped forward in a chair that looked far too small for him, elbows braced on his knees, hands loosely c

ADAMI had never thought peace would feel like this… warmly fulfilling. I laid on my side, propped up on one elbow, watching Sage sleep in my bed.My mate.The word still did something to me. It settled deep in my chest, intoxicating, grounding, all at once. After everything, after the years, I had her here. In my room. In my arms.The doctor had insisted she be transferred here after the final examination. “Rest,” he’d said firmly. “Complete rest.” As if I needed convincing.She laid curled slightly toward me, her hair fanned across my pillow like a spill of midnight silk. Her breathing was steady, her lashes resting gently against her cheeks. Without the tension that had shadowed her for weeks, she looked younger. Softer. I brushed my fingers lightly over her cheek.She stirred.A soft, sleepy moan slipped from her lips, and I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at mine. It was ridiculous how that tiny sound affected me. I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.Her

SAGESleep took me gently that night.It wrapped around me like warm silk, pulling me under without resistance. I did not remember closing my eyes. I only remembered Adam’s arm around my waist and the steady rhythm of his breathing at my back.And then I was laughing.I was on one of the long marble countertops in the western wing, my back against cool stone, Adam standing between my knees, his hands firm at my hips. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, catching in his hair, turning it molten gold.“The maid will be back any second,” I whispered, though I could barely keep the laughter from my voice.“All the more reason to hurry,” he murmured, his mouth brushing my collarbone.I swatted his shoulder, breathless, my heart racing with delicious recklessness. My dress was halfway undone, my breasts nearly bare, and his hands were everywhere at once.He kissed me again, deeper this time, and I tangled my fingers in his hair.“We are going to get caught,” I insisted, even