INICIAR SESIÓNMain Volkov Residence — YekaterinburgIvan’s office was spacious, lined with dark wood and ancient books. The lit fireplace broke the morning chill.Maksim entered without knocking, as he had always done. Ivan stood by the window. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“Did he answer?” Ivan asked bluntly.“He did,” Maksim replied, approaching the fireplace. “He said he saw it. That he was close. He confirmed what the video is already screaming to anyone with eyes: the girl doesn’t fight. She commands.”Ivan turned, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His amber eyes were somber.“Direct line from Goddess Morrigan. A born witch, pure blood, no burning of the lineage. But you think there’s something more.”“I know there is,” Maksim retorted firmly. “I watched that video five times. I studied the movement of her body, the way the hybrids reacted. That wasn’t ordinary magic. It wasn’t a prepared spell. It was instinct.”“Instinct?” Ivan arched an eyebrow, skeptical.“Divine
Alexei leaned against the table, his expression serious — a rare look that only appeared in truly critical moments. Sasha remained seated, but his eyes were alert, analyzing.Dmitry stood motionless, staring at the door as if he could still feel the presence of the elders on the other side of the videoconference.“They’re going to watch us more closely now,” Sasha said, breaking the silence. “The way they looked at the recording… it wasn’t just fear. It was desire. They want what Susan can do.”Dmitry crossed his arms, his gaze hardening.“I know. And that’s exactly why she’s staying here. Safe. Leonid can smell power like a vulture smells rotting flesh. And Susan… she’s something he can’t even name. It unsettles him. They can monitor her, note every gesture, but they won’t touch a single hair on her head.”Alexei ran a hand through his hair, thoughtful.“She is a revolution. And revolutions scare old councilmen.”“Let them be scared. They’ll get nothing,” Dmitry murmured. “We have a
The sky over Moscow was still covered by a gray, slumbering mantle when Dmitry quietly left the bedroom. The dimness of the corridor enveloped him like a silent cocoon, muffling even the sound of his footsteps.Susan slept deeply.Her features were serene, her red hair spread across the pillow like a sleeping flame. She looked so fragile in that moment, so ethereal, that it was difficult to associate her with the woman who, hours earlier, had destroyed infernal creatures with a single gesture.Every cell in Dmitry’s body wanted to remain by her side. But the world beyond those sheets demanded his presence.Downstairs, the main hall was still empty. The only light came from the side office, whose half-open doors let escape the aroma of strong coffee mixed with the faint smell of printed paper.Dmitry entered silently. Alexei was typing with rapid precision, his eyes fixed on the screen. Sasha, leaning against the window, watched the opaque sky while calmly drinking a cup of dark coffee
The water continued to cascade over their naked bodies, now exhausted and entwined. Steam filled the bathroom, but it was the heat between them that truly set the space on fire.Dmitry still held her as if she were made of glass and sin at the same time. His intense blue eyes never left her face. There was something beyond raw desire in them. A kind of raw, silent reverence that escaped even the Lycan’s control.Susan let out a satisfied sigh and rested her forehead on his shoulder, leaving a lazy kiss on the skin marked by nails and bites.“If this is your way of apologizing…” she murmured with a hoarse little smile, “I accept. Maybe. I’m still thinking about it.”Dmitry laughed lowly, that deep laugh that vibrated more in his chest than on his lips.“You are insatiable, malyshka (little one),” he said, running his hand through her wet hair, brushing it away from her face. “Still want to torture me?”She lifted her gaze, freckles scattered across her face, her green eyes once again s
The doors of the Rurik mansion closed behind them with a muffled thud. Dmitry didn’t say a word. He simply wrapped his arm around Susan’s waist and carried her up the stairs as if she were an extension of himself.His eyes were dark, deep, canines extended, and his skin burned under the weight of his self-control.Susan laughed softly, her arms around his neck.“Where are you carrying me, Alpha?”“To the bedroom. To the shower. To the bed. To hell, if it’s with you,” he growled.The Lycan inside him laughed, lascivious:“She’s laughing. Laughing! Fuck, this woman provokes me with a smile and my cock already wants to dominate everything. Mark her again. Bite her. Scream that she’s yours.”When they reached the bedroom, Dmitry went straight into the bathroom and set her down. He began removing his shirt. Slow, deliberate, his eyes locked on her as if every inch of Susan’s skin was an unfulfilled promise.Susan took off her jacket and then her blouse, tossing them to the floor without ce
“Is that all?” Alexei stepped out of the armored car with his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed on the two prisoners kneeling on the ground, handcuffed with silver steel and blindfolded. “I expected more noise from those Demidov sons of bitches.”“There was enough noise,” Sasha replied, getting out from the opposite side and slamming the door hard. “But Susan made sure to end the show in style. You should have seen it.”“I saw some of the show on the drone before the image turned into a red and black blur,” Alexei grimaced. “Did her magic fry the circuits or what?”“Do you really think any human technology, even mixed with magic, could withstand that?” Sasha gave a passing soldier a pat on the shoulder, signaling for them to take the prisoners to the Rurik interrogation wing. “It was like watching a heart explode from the inside out… multiplied by ten.”Alexei whistled, impressed, but his gaze shifted when the bodies started being carried away. The dead Demidovs, one by one, being







