All Chapters of Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I sat there, on the couch, my mind racing, as Queen Aliana ruminated on her thoughts, and probably her next words. It would be foolish of me to believe she had come to commend me sincerely, that suddenly she had sidelined my lies and deception which she knew of. No. I knew better. After all, I had the tape in my bag, the one with the incriminating evidence against her. The Queen was evil, and I had proof of her dark deeds, at least against Zande.I watched her closely, trying to keep my expression neutral. No matter what she said or did, I couldn't let her see my true feelings. The tape in my bag might feel too heavy to carry as a secret, but keeping it was necessary. I had to keep it safe. It was my only weapon against her. I wasn’t sure when I would be using it, but I won’t be taking chances. Not at all.The Queen smiled at me, whilst I made my decisions, but it didn't reach her eyes. I shut down the animosity that rose up my chest as a bile would and forced a bland, polite loo

Was this how painful siblings fighting was? I thought, almost rubbing my chest at the stub of pain that was festering there. I had thought it was only a broken heart from a broken relationship with a lover that could cause this hurt, but the more I watched Diana fuming and probably cussing me in her head, the more the pain increased. I haven’t experienced it before, because I hadn't had a sibling, ever. Lent and Lilian hadn’t been siblings. They had been plain thorns in my flesh. But it was different with Diana. I and Diana, despite the short amount of time we have known each other, were closer, loved each other, and had a deeper relationship than I even had with my foster father. But still then, I didn’t regret making the report to Laura and Peter, even though she was boring holes into my head, even though Laura and Peter were looking at me in disappointment. Better now than later, or rather better late than never. “You both should come over here, and sit down. Seems, we have a

I remembered the moment vividly, the first forceful intrusion of the Queen into my mind. It was like a sudden jolt, a thrumming of unfamiliar magic that sent shivers down my spine. And then I had felt the presence of my other rising within me, a fierce determination to resist the Queen's invasive powers. At that moment, I had known that she wouldn’t gain access to my thoughts or memories. My other wouldn’t allow it. And it hadn’t it.As I had sat there, aware of the oblivion of my guardians and Diana over what had happened, grappling with the unexpected assault on my mind, I had sensed the Queen's surprise, her realization that I was not as vulnerable as she had assumed. I had felt her retreat, her presence fading from my consciousness like a fleeting shadow. She hadn't succeeded in extracting anything from me, and I hadn’t been able to stop the feeling of triumph at the knowing; even though I had played no role in keeping her away from my mind.‘Thank you.’I had mentally sent to

The room fell into a deafening silence, each beat of my heart echoing in my ears like a drum. I stood there, holding my breath, as the recording played, its damning words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. My family’s faces were a canvas of shock and disbelief, their expressions mirroring the turmoil raging within me.Peter, usually quick to speak his mind, sat frozen, his lips parted in stunned silence. Laura’s eyes bore into the ground, her features a mask of stoic resolve, betraying the storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface. Diana, the queen's staunchest supporter, sat rigid in her chair, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and unbelief.The weight of the evidence I had just presented bore down on us like a heavy weight, pressing down on our shoulders and squeezing the air from our lungs. It was a truth Laura had long suspected but dared not speak aloud in public, a revelation that threatened to unravel everything the community thought they knew.As the recording co

As I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, the remnants of the dream still clung to the edges of my consciousness like cobwebs in the corner of a forgotten room. The words of the beasts echoed in my mind, their voices hauntingly familiar yet shrouded in mystery. "Salvation," they had called me. "Bridge between two worlds." I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering haze of the dream. What did it all mean? Why had the beasts chosen me? The questions swirled in my mind like leaves caught in a whirlwind, each one more perplexing than the last. Sitting up in bed, I wrapped the blankets around me like a protective cocoon, seeking solace in their warmth as I grappled with the enigma of the dream. Was it a prophecy, a message from some higher power? Or merely the product of an overactive imagination, fueled by late-night reading and restless sleep? I muttered to myself, my words barely audible in the quiet of the room. "Salvation... bridge between two worlds..." The phras