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Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets bets
ADAMClaire's perfume lingered long after she was gone — something floral and heavy, the kind that clung to air and skin until it suffocated everything else. I'd hoped her slamming the door meant the argument was over, but the universe rarely gave me such mercy.The door burst open again.She stood there — arms crossed, eyes burning with the same fury that had first attracted me years ago. Back then, I'd mistaken it for passion. Now I knew better."I'm not done talking, Adam," she said sharply.I didn't look up from my papers. "You should be. I said no."Her heels clicked across the floor until she stood right before my desk, blocking the light. "You're protecting her more than necessary," she said, voice trembling with accusation. "That's why you won't let me act.""I'm protecting the rules," I replied flatly, signing a document that I wasn't really reading. "And the money those rules bring in.""Don't you dare pretend this is just business," she hissed, leaning closer. "Is she of in
Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets troubled
ADAMThe field smelled of iron. Of wet earth, blood, and a kind of silence that was too aware of itself—the kind that comes after something monstrous has happened, and everyone's still pretending they didn't want to see it.She stood there in the middle of the field smiling. Her hair was matted with blood, her skin shining under the half-light of dusk, her hands still holding those two heads like trophies. "Is this proof enough?"The crowd gasped; others muttered prayers. But she didn't flinch, didn't blink. Her eyes found me again—steady, proud, and almost mocking—as if she was daring me to deny what had just happened.Who was she? Who was this woman that had someone rented a space in my head?I'd asked that question a hundred times since the contest began. I'd sent men to research her origins—to track where she'd come from, who her parents were, if she had any community at all. But they weren't back yet. A week had passed. Nothing. It was like she had appeared out of nowhere.And ye
Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets sword fight II
The shout rose from the stands—sharp, spiteful, the kind of voice that wants a crowd to bend to its anger."She used magic on that sword! And she used it while fighting! That's not fair!" the man yelled, and it spread like dry tinder. Heads turned, lips peeled back in suspicion, insults ricocheted down the rows. The accusation was precise, murderous. They wanted a sin to point at, an excuse to tear me down.I let the laugh roll out of me—short, incredulous, a sound that tasted like whiskey and amused contempt.If I used magic, did they think I would let the cut on my cheek happen?I respected the rules of the sword session, as far as I was concerned.The fellow who spat the claim looked ridiculous by the way, veins standing at his temple, eyes wild with the satisfaction of being heard. His face was flushed, raw with the hunger of the mob. A few men nearby nodded, mouths hard, and others joined him, fingers thrown wide like they had discovered a religion.Let them chant. Let them buil
Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets sword fight
Sword fight. At last. I mused over the irony of this session as I went to the rack to pick a sword for my next fight. Since the contest started, contestants had never been banned from coming to a fight with weapons—some small pen knives hidden in sleeves, some pencil-thin rods disguised as walking sticks. I could see why this was called the sword fight though: the weapons were honest here, blades you could see and respect. The arena smelled of metal and old blood; standing on the field, even to one side, I could almost taste it in the air. There were caked marks on the soil where bodies had fallen. Eleven contestants dead so far, Isla had briefed me, her voice calm as if reading market results. The brutality matched Rachel's warnings. I picked a sword from the rack, felt its balance, turning it in my hands like one appraises a jewel. Light, yes—but the feel was right. I brushed a fingertip along the fuller, whispered a small charm across the edge. Subtle—a sharpening really. Enou
Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets invitation V
SAGEDid he think he could escape me?The thought alone made me smile as I stepped out of the hall, my gown swishing softly around my legs. King Adam, cool, collected, stiff as a rod—walking away as though he could distance himself from what was already tugging at him. Men like him always thought they could run from fire, when all they did was trail sparks behind them.I held back a chuckle, finding the path where he had treaded upon just minutes ago.Escape from my plans? Not at all. Dora would have avoided them, would have avoided talking with them, would have probably traveled somewhere else…But I was Sage. I ran from no one, hid from no one; never giving up until the mission is complete.The attention I had gathered during the dances in the hall a few seconds ago had been glorious, the music intoxicating, the stares worth every breath I took.I had felt their eyes—hungry, disbelieving, scandalized. And I had reveled in it. For once, every gaze wasn't on the brides in their silks
Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets invitation IV
ADAMThe mysterious girl's words struck like an arrow, piercing through the carefully woven shield I had wrapped around myself tonight. I turned my head slightly, slowly, deliberately—as if delaying would give me time to steady the sudden pull inside my chest. My eyes landed on her: Sage. The victor. The one who had already refused to bow. What did she want?My wolf stirred instantly, a restless rumble deep inside me. And then it hit me—her scent. A heady, intoxicating wave that assailed my nose as she stepped closer. It was warm, earthy, threaded with something sharper—like wildflowers crushed underfoot on a stormy night. My pulse tightened in my veins. My wolf growled softly, claws scraping against my mind as though desperate to claw his way out and get closer to her.No.I clamped down hard, locking him back into his cage. I would not allow this. I hoped she was not my mate, not bound to me by some cruel twist of fate. I wanted nothing to do with a magic wielder—a witch, nothing
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