All Chapters of Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

At Claire's request, the Lycan king nodded his head, as if assimilating the wisdom in her statement. I almost scoffed but for the love of my life.That I was fucking Adam didn’t mean I could go around behaving like a member of his family. From the lycan’s attitude since he saw me at the party, I was sure that I wouldn't be welcomed if Adam should officially introduce me to them as his mate. I didn’t blame the king though. I had no wolf, and I was an omega. I wasn't even from the pack, so my parents and origin were unknown. “Claire just gave a brilliant suggestion. Maya, and Naomi of course, find the little girl who you claim had told you to leave the party hall, and maybe, just maybe, we might put your account into consideration.” The lycan king mentioned, gesturing at me with his head to commence with the search.When I received the king’s approval to search for the girl, I sighed, in relief. My eyes coincided to search around for the girl, but with every passing minute where I

As I took a step toward the humans, I stumbled, the knots in my stomach hardening into painful lumps. I caught myself with one hand on the ground before I fell. The ground shifted, and I could see the women’s faces in the dirt and rotting leaves. The soil, black and lush, shifted until I was surrounded by the faces, the eyes staring accusingly. "You killed me. Killed me." The accusation was soft, but powerful, the mouths yawning wide as if in horror. "You took my love, all that I had to offer, and you left me," another cried. "You owe me your soul," a third demanded.I drew back with a soft hiss of denial. "I never touched you, other than to feed." I straightened my shoulders and faced the women squarely. "I live by blood and I took what you offered. I did not kill. I did not pretend to love you. I have nothing to be ashamed of. Go away and take your accusations with you. I did not betray my honor, my family, my people or my mate." I had many sins to answer for, but not this

We were far away from the King’s house now. With every step that I took, my heart drummed within itself in fear and curiosity on what was about to happen. Adam had never said a word since we had left the holding cell. He had just been humming to himself a tune that I couldn’t seem to place no matter how hard I tried to rack my brain for it in the bid to curb the boredom that was assailing me. Next to books, music was my next favorite. It was among the stuff that had aided me during the bullying days.Now, all that seemed so far away. This part of the King’s arena made it so. I have never seen or been to such a cold place, devoid of life in the pack. It was as if no living thing existed here, even though there were some trees. Well, the trees were dry as death.What was this place? The old Adam would have loved to explain this. But did I ever know the old Adam? Was there even an old and a new? What if all these had been a pretense?No, it can't be. I had literally been in his mind

"Why you?" Adam's voice sounded deranged and fearful. Even though I felt like sleeping, succumbing to that thick darkness surrounding me, I tried to keep my ears open. I needed to hear his reason. "Because you are shit, Maya. Shit. No one cares about you. Oh, wait... you thought I did, because I paid you some attention?" He paused and started laughing maniacally. This time, Noah and Daniel joined him. Their voices were echoing, or didn't they know? They would attract much attention with this. Well, they could continue or not. At this point, I didn't care. I just wanted to know why Adam, who had seemed in love with me, was so cruel now; that he called what we had shared together, paying a little attention to me. We literally shared minds. I had seen his shortcomings and fears. Or had all that been a lie? Had it just been part of the bigger picture? If that was so, then they must be more crazed and psychotic than I had thought."Oh, Maya, why did you think I became calm and decid

I woke up again, and this time around, the stinging sensation in my eyes and lips had subsided. Eager to be up and moving, I attempted to open my eyes upon regaining consciousness. I peeked at first, cautiously surveying the empty room, and then fully opened my eyes. The room remained quiet, just as it had been before. However, there was one notable change—the intravenous drip had been replaced by a bowl emitting a fragrant incense-like aroma. Intrigued by the pleasant scent, I refrained from inspecting it too closely, assuming it must have contributed to my improved health. Curiosity compelled me to turn my neck in the opposite direction, gazing toward the left side of the room. Surprisingly, the pain was less pronounced, encouraging me to turn fully and examine the previously unobserved area. It appeared to be a working room of a pack doctor, adorned with herbs, shrubs, and traditional paraphernalia. Despite the unfamiliar surroundings, I found myself unafraid. The reason fo