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Chapter 16 — Under the Pack’s Gaze
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2026-04-16 00:10:12
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The darkness of the chalet was soft, broken only by the amber glow of the fireplace.The ancient wood of the walls exhaled the aroma of burnt oak and damp moss. Outside, the forest vibrated with the nocturnal chants of the Lycans in celebration, but there, inside the nuptial chambers, time seemed folded in on itself.Dmitry sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his thick thighs, breathing heavy as if he had just returned from a hunt. Sweat clung his shirt to his chest, and his muscles trembled. Not from exhaustion, but from something far more primitive. Something that boiled inside.Something that was being reborn.The heat rose up his spine like liquid fire, pulsing in his blood. Each heartbeat sounded like thunder inside his chest. He tried to rationalize. To control it. But control was an illusion now.“She is remaking us, Dmitry.”The voice emerged from within. Deep, drawn-out, with that hoarse tone that mixed hunger and adoration.“You feel it? This fever… This fucking co
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Susan’s voice echoed like a thin blade, cutting the ritual in two halves: what had been planned… and what was about to happen.For an instant, time froze. No Oracle answered. No elder moved. Not even the wind dared interfere.The Lycan blood of the Alpha roared, but not with typical fury. It roared with a primitive, unconscious, ancestral fear. Because the Lycan inside him knew what she was. And even being an Alpha, even being a predator, Dmitry stood before something he could not dominate.And he knew it. She was not asking for submission. She was asking for fidelity in its rawest form: one soul fused to the other, through death and rebirth.Dmitry took a step forward. His blue eyes, until then cold as steel, now burned with a silver flame. He was not merely a man. Nor merely a werewolf. He was the link. The chosen one.His fingers touched hers, and the contact alone was enough for the embers around them to explode into black flames. The altar trembled. The earth shuddered.The Oracl
The Lycan’s Fated Mate Chapter 154 — The Night of the Red Moon
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That same afternoon.The doors opened with a controlled boom, echoing through the ancestral columns of the hall. Dmitry Rurik entered first, imposing as a king from forgotten eras.His tunic was dark, with details in raw leather and embroidery that evoked the clan’s symbology. Simple, yet laden with power. He came unarmed, but his presence was threat itself.Beside him, Susan walked with the same firmness. She wore a long cloak of deep wine, with black leather fastenings crossed over her shoulders and waist.Her hair was bound by dark threads interwoven with small metallic pendants, as if every step she took was a silent reverence to the tradition she now challenged. The ancestrality of the Lycan instinct manifested there, in the firm silence, in the contained respect, in the war about to emerge.The eyes of dozens of leaders turned toward them, seated in a semicircle, representing each House, each territory, each ambition.To Dmitry’s right, Alexei leaned against one of the black col
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