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Chapter 159 — The Judgment of the Sacred
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2026-06-06 21:36:34
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In the quiet after the storm, alliances began to redraw themselves in silence. Some of the oldest Alphas, men and women who had witnessed ancient pacts being broken and rewritten over the centuries, exchanged glances. Not of shock, but of calculation. Tradition had been violated, yes, but what had emerged from it was more powerful than any ceremony.The Alpha of Clan Volkov, with his perpetually sober expression, was the first to rise.“Dmitry Rurik…” he said, his voice grave. “The new blood boils… But it is the ancient blood that recognizes it.”Then, without haste, he knelt briefly with his head lowered, as one who pays homage to a new sovereign, not only to the man, but to what he had become. Others followed. Some hesitant. Others, fearing more than honoring.But not all bowed.The Romanov clan, wounded and humiliated, retreated slowly, their eyes blazing with promises of silenced vengeance. There was anger in the air, but also an ancestral fear. Because what had happened there cou
The Lycan’s Fated Mate Chapter 159 — The Judgment of the Sacred
The great sacred hall was silent, except for the subtle sounds of utensils being arranged on the long table of ancestral wood. The smell of breakfast was strong. Smoked meat, fresh bread, wild honey, fruits from the valley, but even these aromas seemed timid in the face of the presence that had just crossed the doors.Dmitry entered first.The black cloak with silver edges that he wore did not hide his newly transformed body. His aura seemed larger, denser. As if the very structure of the hall had to adapt to him.With each step, the other Lycans fell silent. Some merely looked away. Others stared openly, as if witnessing something that should never have been seen.Susan came right behind him.Her reddish hair was loose, falling like living flames over her shoulders. She wore a simple cream tunic tied at the waist, but her body radiated something almost ethereal. Her skin still warm, her green eyes more intense, and that new scent… subtle, sweet, with a note of origin and promise that
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Their bodies intertwined with the sweet violence of something destined to happen since the origin of time.Susan rode Dmitry with a sacred hunger, as if every thrust was an offering to the ancient gods.Her full breasts swayed with each movement, her reddish hair stuck to her sweaty skin, her green eyes glazed and locked on his with adoration and dominance. She was the flame, and he… He burned without asking for mercy.Dmitry held her thighs with force, fingers digging into the soft flesh, feeling every ripple of her body. His hips responded with cruel precision, burying himself deep, drawing raw moans of pleasure from both of them.“Damn, Susan… You’re going to kill me,” he growled between his teeth, fangs exposed, body tense.She laughed. A hoarse sound, wet with pleasure.“Die with me, Dmitry. Be reborn with me.”“SHE IS A STORM. A damn storm made just for us. I want to cum until my soul with her… rip the time out of the world and fuck until the universe bows.”The heat enveloping
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