The Lycan’s Fated Mate
SYNOPSIS
When Susan, a determined and independent advertising executive, accepts a new job at the powerful Rurik Motors, she has no idea she is about to cross paths with Dmitry Rurik. A cold, ruthless Alpha marked by a past that taught him never to love.
From the first glance, he desires her. From the first touch, he marks her. Now, she is his Predestined, even if she fights against it with all her strength.
But Susan is not an ordinary woman. Descendant of the Goddess Morrigan, she carries an ancestral power that can unbalance the world of the Lycans and Dmitry himself.
While Dmitry finds himself torn between the control he has always had and the feelings he never wanted, the presence of Natalia, his wife by political alliance, ignites a war of desires, instincts, and power.
In a universe where love is a threat and strength decides who survives, how far is an Alpha willing to go to keep his Predestined by his side?
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Chapter: Chapter 15 — Night of Masks, Desire and WarDmitry remained silent throughout the entire journey to the VDNH. The car glided through the streets of Moscow, but inside, the atmosphere was suffocating.The air felt dense, impregnated with a restrained desire that was already bordering on madness. His jaw was locked, his fingers digging into the leather of the armrest, and his eyes… wandered without seeing.It wasn’t the city he saw. It was her. It was Susan.Every second without her scent, without her skin, without that presence that made his heart beat as if it would explode in his chest, was pure torment.“This is a fucking joke.”The Lycan’s voice burst inside his mind, loaded with raw frustration.“We’re here, next to this cold, dead doll, while the only one who makes our cock throb is arriving, ready to be ours. Fuck, Dmitry!”“You think I don’t know?”Dmitry’s mental reply was harsh, suffocated by a thousand urges he forced himself to repress.“Then why the fuck are you still pretending? Why are you by her side while our han
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Chapter: Chapter 14 — Dressed for DesireThe sun had barely risen when Susan opened her eyes, the sheets tangled around her legs, her heart beating faster than normal.The room was still submerged in darkness, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.Once again, the same dream. Dmitry. The clearing near the lake. His mouth. His hands. His body pressing against hers with primitive urgency, as if he desired her more than air itself.The way he possessed her, with hunger and reverence, still made her muscles contract in memory.She woke up gasping, breathing ragged, skin hot… wet. She felt shame. And desire.A desire that wasn’t only hers. It came from him too. From something deeper, older. Something that connected to her blood, to her soul.It was the third dream in less than a week. And the second time she woke up with tears in her eyes, her entire body clamoring for him. As if she already belonged to him.She got up slowly, trying not to make any noise. Her fingers trembled as she opened one of the wardrobe draw
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Chapter: Chapter 13 — Mark or DieDmitry’s Office – Rurik Motors, MoscowDmitry kept his eyes fixed on the screen. But it wasn’t the report from the German branch that held his attention.In the corner of the monitor, silent and discreet, a small window displayed footage from the company’s internal security cameras.Three of them were fixed on different points in the advertising department. And in all of them, Susan. She entered a meeting room. Laughed at something a colleague said.Walked with papers pressed against her huge breasts, her red hair tied in a loose bun. She wore a dark blazer that unconsciously molded her curves.And he… was losing his mind.“Fuck… Look at this woman. She’s begging to be ripped apart.”The Lycan’s voice roared in his mind, raw, without any mask.“You’re obsessed.”“No… I’m fucked. Condemned to want this woman forever.”Dmitry replied mentally, closing his eyes for a moment.“Mr. Rurik?” The assistant knocked on the half-open door. “Do you need anything before I leave?”“No.” He stood up
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Chapter: Chapter 12 — Redhead at the Lycans’ TableThe meeting room at Rurik Motors had a modern atmosphere, lit by wide windows and a large digital screen where the final adjustments to the campaign were being projected.The publicity team was gathered: voices exchanged ideas, folders passed from hand to hand, and the natural tension of a major event filled the air.Susan, beside Maki and Tatiana, organized slides and documents with careful attention. The tight light-blue blouse seemed to beg to be torn off, and the black skirt outlined her curves unintentionally. Or perhaps on purpose, considering the looks it attracted.But it was more than that.She avoided looking at Dmitry. She fiddled with the papers with forced concentration, her fingers slightly trembling. And when someone commented on something, she reacted with a faint blush. As if she carried a secret, something intimate that refused to surface.He noticed.Dmitry sat at the head of the table, silent, analyzing everything with his icy eyes.But he only saw her.The movemen
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Chapter: Chapter 11 — No EscapeThe world around them was silence, except for the panting sounds of bodies meeting and losing themselves. Susan’s breathing was ragged, her teary eyes now burning with a mix of fear, desire, and surrender.“You shouldn’t be doing this to me…” she whispered, her hands digging into his shoulders. “I’m danger for you, Dmitry…”He brushed his lips along her jaw, his voice hoarse, heavy with dark provocation.“No, solnishko… (little sun…) You are the only fucking right thing in the chaos that I am. My ruin… and my addiction.”“She’s ours, fuck… She was made for us. You can feel it. Her soul is screaming. Mark this woman. Fuck her until she forgets her own name. But DON’T let her go.”The Lycan’s voice reverberated inside him like a raw, visceral command. Dmitry propped himself up on his elbows, his body almost trembling with the effort of maintaining control.“Why do you calm me… and drive me insane at the same time?” he whispered, his eyes locked on hers, starving. “Do you have any idea w
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Chapter: Chapter 10 — Spell in Flesh and BloodAs soon as the elevator doors closed behind her, Susan let out a shaky sigh. The seconds until she reached the apartment felt eternal.When she finally entered, she locked the door with more force than she intended, dropping her bag on the narrow cabinet beside the entrance and kicking off her heels without caring where they landed.Her heart was still racing. Dmitry’s gaze wouldn’t leave her mind. Blue. Intense. Hot and cruel at the same time.She couldn’t keep ignoring it. She needed to act before it was too late.She ran to the bedroom, pulling the bedspread off in a hurry until she reached the dark wooden box she had hidden underneath it since moving to Moscow.Her hands trembled as she turned the small key attached to the cord of her amulet, which she always wore around her neck. The only object from her mother she had never allowed herself to lose.The creak of the box’s hinges was muffled by the urgency in her chest. Inside, among old letters, used candles, and an empty vial wi
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Bound by Sin: The Heir & His Stepmother
Two hearts scarred by a betrayal orchestrated by a monster.
Tristan Delyon, the tempestuous heir, returned from the army transformed into a weapon of vengeance. He believed his father Cassius’s lies and abandoned the great love of his life, Aurora, leaving her completely at the mercy of the villain.
Aurora Dupont Delyon, a talented goldsmith, survives as a trophy wife and prisoner of the man who forced her to marry to pay off her family’s debts. Beneath a mask of coldness and elegance, she hides an explosive secret: the son Cassius believes to be his heir is, in fact, Tristan’s child.
When the two meet again, the attraction is a storm, but the distrust is a wall. Tristan needs to prove his loyalty, and Aurora needs to decide if she can trust the man who once destroyed her.
But in a game where the enemy is the very architect of their lives, every step is a risk. How far can one trust an ex-lover turned monster? And how much must one sacrifice to protect the son who is the living proof of their forbidden love?
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Chapter: CHAPTER 18 — THE TASTE OF STEEL (TRISTAN)The water that had once boiled now froze around my body. Every tremor still echoing in the air was a silent testimony to my defeat. I had possessed her completely, and at that peak of absolute ownership, I had lost everything.Her words were not daggers. They were grenades. “Your father’s wife.” “Mother of your brother.” Each syllable detonated the sandcastle of justifications I had built over seven years.“I handed you over to him.”The truth, confessed in my desperate search for absolution, turned against me like a whip. She was right. My strategy hadn’t protected her. It had thrown her straight into the wolf’s jaws, convinced I was the only predator.I was an idiot.I watched Aurora leave the pool. Her back, straight even in retreat, was a monument to the resilience I myself had forged by breaking her. Each step she took was a shovelful of dirt on my grave.She had asked me not to touch her. But how do you not touch the air you breathe? How do you not seek the warmth of the only su
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Chapter: CHAPTER 17 — RUIN AND THE CHALICE (AURORA)The silence that fell was heavier than the water around us. The frenzy had passed, leaving behind a trail of scratches, still water, and a truth so overwhelming that my knees threatened to give way.The cold water, which had previously been a mere detail, now raised goosebumps on my overheated skin — a cruel contrast to the fire still burning in my core.He was still inside me. The feeling of fullness, of a profane and perfect connection, was the trigger. The tears came, not from sadness, but from a pure and lacerating rage.“I hate you.” The words came out in a hoarse breath, filled with seven years of poison. I started hitting him, weak and desperate blows against his chest. “I hate you for discarding me like trash at that party! For spitting on what we were!”Each word was a blow, each blow the release of a poisoned memory.“I hate you for every night I spent waiting for a letter, a sign, anything from you, like an idiot! I hate you for never letting me forget the taste of your mou
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Chapter: CHAPTER 16 — FLOODED SURRENDER (TRISTAN)Her hesitation was a more eloquent invitation than any consent. Paralyzed in the water, her eyes were flames of fire, her chest rising and falling in a frantic rhythm that was proof of her own desperation.Every drop sliding from her hair, tracing the contours of her body beneath the black lycra, was a silent prayer I was about to answer with the devotion of an executioner.My patience, a fragile construction, disintegrated. The time for words had passed.The water yielded to my advance, a mere obstacle before the storm she unleashed in my blood. Each step was the sentence of a defendant who didn’t even know she was being judged.She retreated, the instinctive movement of a gazelle catching the scent of the lion, her back colliding with the cold wall. A perfect trap, and I was both the hunter and the cage. I closed in, my body a living wall between her and any illusion of escape.“Thinking of swimming away, Meine perle?” (My pearl?) My voice was a wet growl, the water amplifying the r
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Chapter: CHAPTER 15 — IN THE AMBER DEPTHS (AURORA)The silence of my room in the afternoon was oppressive, filled with the echo of the morning provocations. The photo session had left invisible marks, and the memory of Tristan haunted every corner of my mind.I needed to move, to do something that would wash his memory from my skin. The indoor pool. I took advantage of the moment when August was immersed in his piano lesson, a Thursday afternoon ritual I never interrupted. It was the only time I could allow myself some emptiness, knowing he was safe and occupied.Under the amber light of the late afternoon, the water looked like a block of liquid amber. A heavy, hot silence hung in the air, as thick as the humidity. It was a place that could have been peaceful, but for me it was a personal battlefield.I put on a simple black swimsuit — a functional second skin, not an invitation. Before going down, the silent agony was so great that I grabbed my phone. A simple, disposable model I kept hidden. Cassius monitored everything, but this w
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Chapter: CHAPTER 14 — THE CENTRAL PIECE (CASSIUS)The thirty-year-old Scottish whiskey burned smoothly down my throat, a sip of anticipated triumph.The office smelled of power, expensive coffee, leather, and the silent certainty of control.Tomorrow, Tristan would present his “modernization” proposals with his new team. Talented engineers, no doubt, whom I myself could have hired. But letting him bring his own pack gave him the illusion of autonomy.A longer leash for a dog that needs to feel free before understanding the limits of its chain.My office door opened without a sound, and Lena entered, as silent and efficient as always. She was a reflection of my own ambition, without the bothersome sentimental ties that make men predictable.“The preparations for tomorrow are complete,” she said, placing a folder on my desk. “The guest list has been approved. All the right names will be present to watch the show.”“Of course they will,” I replied, turning my chair to face her. “It’s the Delyon name that attracts them. What Tristan did
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Chapter: CHAPTER 13 — THE LION’S DEN (TRISTAN)The Meyer house was the same — a monster of glass and steel anchored at the water’s edge, gleaming under the sun like a false smile. Mrs. Meyer received me with that exaggerated smile of someone who sees a walking trophy.“Tristan, darling! Erika is radiant! She can barely contain her excitement since she found out you were coming.”Erika appeared, dressed as if for a magazine cover, her smile as carefully rehearsed as mine had been hours earlier in the garden.“Tristan! You came!” She threw herself at me for a hug that I endured, my body a wall of tension, my hands inert at my sides.“Cassius thought it prudent for me to visit,” I replied, my voice flat, pulling away from her as if her skin burned. Mentioning my father was a cold reminder of the real reason for this farce.Mrs. Meyer guided us to the veranda, chattering nonstop about beautiful couples, children, and perfect properties for families. Every word was a nail in my coffin. Erika tried to bring up nostalgic subjects, her vo
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