All Chapters of Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I felt nauseous. I felt like puking. Even though the journey to the pack had barely lasted one minute, I felt like disgorging the contents of my stomach from my mouth. My throat was scratchy too. First time perks I thought, from teleporting.One second I was holding hands with Diana on one side, and Laura on the other side, connected to the hands of the other party troopers—we were all holding our hands together like a cult would—while the queen stood in the center of the circle and chanted things that I had known nothing about; and the next minute we were here. The queen; she had been looking ethereal in her white gown which had gone past her ankles, and even shoes. She had worn a white mask too; a white mask that had enhanced the mystery that shrouded her. She hadn’t looked human; she had looked like an angel. I had seen her sons too, and her daughter. Handsome fellows if I would admit, but I looked nothing as I felt; just blank. I guessed they felt the same as our eyes had co

“Do you know them?” Diana asked, her hand still clasped to mine. As Laura had kept repeating whilst we walked to the hall the first time, Diana was sticking to me like glue. I held her hand tighter, for assurance. When we had gotten to the hall, I had seen that the people we had come with had all dispersed to mingle; and watching the flurry of movements now, I could see that some of the witches and wizards already had friends here. I was surprised to see the queen’s daughter even talking to Cass. Remember her? She had been one of my bullies; daughter to the pack doctor. They laughed over something and held hands like best friends would. Then, there was the son, the girl’s twin, with Naomi’s brother, Timothy. But I hadn’t seen the lycan boys yet. Were they waiting for a special entrance service? I wouldn’t put it past them. Hooligans. There was no sign of Claire too, not that I cared. The bitch had played a part in what I was facing. Who says she hasn’t been in on the big pla

I’m hurting his feelings? Like seriously, the idiot had the audacity to complain that I was hurting his feelings? I didn’t blame him though. He didn’t know who I was. He thought that I was his newest conquest, the new girl that would grace his bed. The bastard! Without much ado, I flinged his arm away, my face scowling, unable to help the expression this time around. Quickly, I retrieved a handkerchief from my bag and cleaned my hand, the exact spot where he had touched. As I cleaned, I cussed, aware that tears were beginning to brim in my eyes. Another side effect of the drugs? I didn’t know. But I kept on cleaning my hand, becoming unaware of my surroundings, until Diana laid a hand on my busy hand, halting my frantic motions, driving me back to consciousness. There was explicit worry in her eyes that broke my heart. I think it was at this moment that she began to see why I had needed the extra dose of the pills. I would have been a freaking ball of mess by now if not for the

Diana palmed her face first with her free hand. She wasn’t entirely pleased with being the center of attention this way. I felt bad, biting my lips. What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I laughing? What was funny? Okay. Seeing Claire faint was really funny. But my laughter had gone over the board.Laura seemed to think so. The expression in her eyes told me that, and also told me that she knew that I had lied to her. She now knew I had my memories back, or at least some. If not, why would I be laughing?Queen Aliana was still smiling, her hands tucked in her white clothed thighs. And this time around, my mind latched onto that action. Why was she laughing? Was I looking hilarious? Was I looking like a clown? Did I just give her comic relief, or was it something deeper than comics?However, in all, I could see that my laughs had gone overboard, and might draft in consequences that I couldn’t imagine. My heart began to race then, within my chest, pounding like a relentless drum,

My quivering heart won.I wanted to meet my mother. I wanted to know her.Yes, it might be too soon. Yes, it might come with consequences. But I needed to hug her. I needed her arms around me. If the worst comes to worst, I would stay with Diana and her family. Just let my mother know that I was alive. Let she be bereft of this hurtful pain.Still, Dora? Really? You couldn’t think of a better name that didn’t have the same syllabic pronunciation like your real name? My mind chided me, yet I looked unfazed, refusing to give my feelings away.I hadn’t been thinking. I hadn’t stopped to think of the best name to give my mother. ‘Dora’ had just escaped my mouth, before my brain had dwelled on it.But that wasn’t what was causing my heart to race against itself. No. The name given to cover my identity was secondary to the cause of my nervousness now.My heart raced as if it had a mind of its own, each beat quickening with the building anticipation. The thud in my chest echoed in my ears,