All Chapters of Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

SAGEI was dimly aware of Adam before I even opened my eyes, before his arms came around me, before his voice reached me—raw, frantic, cutting through the ringing emptiness in my head as he shouted my name like it was a lifeline. Strong arms tightened around me, hauling me up before my knees could even think of giving out. I felt him pull me against his chest, felt the way his grip tightened, even more, possessively, violently, as though daring anyone to come closer.“Don’t touch her,” he snarled at someone. “Get back. All of you.”I smiled faintly to myself, even as exhaustion dragged at my bones. He really was exactly where I wanted him.Adam carried me as if I weighed nothing, his strides long and purposeful. I heard him bark orders as we moved—telling them to go home, telling them they were safe now, telling them that I had completed my side of the bargain. His voice carried authority, certainty, and the unmistakable thread of relief.Smug satisfaction curled through me, warming

ADAMI sat beside the bed and watched her breathe.The room had gone quiet after the priest and doctor left, the incense fading into something softer, something almost intimate. The only sound was Sage’s steady inhale and exhale, the faint rustle of sheets when she shifted. I lowered myself slowly onto the chair near the bed, then found I couldn’t stay there. Restlessness drove me closer, until I was perched on the edge, elbows on my knees, hands clasped so tightly my knuckles whitened.Could it be? Could my wolf be right all this time? The question slid through my mind like a blade, fanning the flames of restlessness within me.Could it be? Could it really be? Oh gods…Could Sage be the one I had been circling all these years without knowing it? Could she be the answer to a longing that had never truly gone quiet, no matter how hard I tried to bury it beneath duty and conquest and crowns?My gaze traced her face—the curve of her cheek, the faint crease between her brows even in sl

I had imagined this moment a thousand different ways.In some versions, Adam screamed. In others, he begged. Sometimes he went quiet in that hollow, terrifying way that meant something inside him had shattered beyond repair. I had rehearsed the angle of my smile, the tilt of my head, the exact cadence of my voice when I finally told him the truth.But reality?Reality tasted better.I watched it happen from the bed, watched comprehension ripple through the room like a slow-moving plague. Disbelief first. Then hurt. Then something darker, something rawer, carving its way into Adam’s face as if an unseen hand was peeling him open layer by layer.His brothers looked no better.Noah’s fury faltered, confusion edging into his glare. Daniel’s confidence cracked, eyes flicking between Adam and me as if he were trying to force the pieces to fit. Claire’s rage wavered, uncertainty tightening her mouth. Naomi looked lost. Rachel looked afraid, just like the others. After all, the vampires wer

SAGEI remembered the truth he was talking about.I remembered him turning back at the prison door, jaw tight, eyes burning with determination when he said he would get me out. Then, I remembered him saying he needed to speak to his father, that it wouldn’t take long. I remembered being left behind in that cell, cold stone biting into my skin, hope thinning with every passing second. Then, I remembered he talked about the chaos that followed my disappearance, at least as it had been described to me later, the pack thrown into uproar, warriors scrambling, voices raised in confusion and anger.Then I remembered him talking about his guilt, and almost madness at my disappearance.But that was not the truth I knew.My voice came out broken, a whisper scraped raw by years of screaming into silence. “Why,” I asked him, “would you not say the truth? Just once?”It didn’t matter that a truth was what I had seen in his eyes… because I just couldn't accept the implications…The room shifted,

SAGEShock didn’t hit me all at once.It came in slow, nauseating waves, each one heavier than the last, until my knees finally gave out and I was lying fully on Adam, that he had to sit down at the edge of the bed, legs stretched outward, my fingers curling into his shirt as if fabric could anchor me to reality.Claire was behind it all? How?Naomi’s confession still echoed in my ears, unfinished yet already devastating.My mind leapt ahead, unwillingly—to the rest of the truths that would soon spill, to the consequences waiting just beyond this room. To the vampires.They would be here soon. I could feel it in my bones, in the way the air seemed to tighten around my chest. The wards I had placed earlier , after getting the first truth, were thinning, stretched by my own unstable magic.Could I fight vampires?The thought wasn’t heroic. It was practical. Cold. Fear-edged.I reached inward, instinctively searching for El, for her voice that always cut through my spirals.El.Nothing.