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Chapter 170 — The New Cycle
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2026-06-10 23:48:32
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The Lycan’s Fated Mate Chapter 170 — The New Cycle
Dmitry had his hand resting on Susan’s belly, his fingers moving slowly over the still sensitive skin, tracing invisible symbols that only his essence seemed to know.Her warmth, though more fragile than usual, still vibrated like a beacon. Soft. Constant. A melody that his instinct recognized as home.But that morning, something disconnected him for a second from that silent space: a subtle sound. Light, like the brushing of hooves in the snow. The whisper of footsteps, muffled by thick walls, but too clear to be ignored by the ears of an Alpha.Or rather: of a Lycan God.“The breathing has changed downstairs. Two hearts race with haste. The pulse of the ancient blood… has begun to echo again.”Dmitry sat up in bed with a furrowed brow. Beside him, Susan murmured his name, sleepy but awake.“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft and hoarse, her aura still faint, like a flower closing after a storm.He touched her face with affection, tracing the contour of her jaw with his thumb.
The Lycan’s Fated Mate Chapter 169 — Rebirth in the Rurik Mansion
In the kitchen of the Rurik mansion, the scent of fresh coffee, sweet bread baking, and hot spices filled the air.Marina, the chef, ran from one side to the other, huffing loudly while murmuring:“Now we have to use moon flour, butter churned to the sound of harps, and strawberries picked with prayers. The lady of the house is no longer just human… She is divine! Divine!” She made the sign of the cross and then an ancient gesture of lunar blessing. “And she is pregnant with the new eclipse of the world!”“I heard that!” Alexei shouted, entering with Carla and receiving a toast to the forehead as a greeting from the head cook.Sasha was already at the table, legs crossed, biting into an apple as if he were judging the coffee with critical eyes. Lyra, seated beside him, smiled at Carla with her usual serenity.“Welcome to the house of the lunatics consecrated by the moon,” Sasha said, offering Carla a bread roll filled with jam.“Thank you… I think,” she replied, sitting down. “So… Doe
The Lycan’s Fated Mate Chapter 168 — The Anchor in the Chaos
The soft light of the magical torches rippled across the walls of the protection wing. Inside, the scent of lavender and damp earth still lingered in the air, mixed with the heat left by the protection circles drawn on the floor with blood, moon dust, and enchanted herbs.Sasha slowly pushed the half-open door, feeling a strange shiver as he crossed the magical threshold. It wasn’t fear. It was reverence.She was there.Lyra. His fairy.She slept on a pile of fine cloaks, her blond hair messy over her shoulder, her hands stained with dark blue — remnants of the last spell she had cast to protect Susan. Her closed eyes still moved, and her delicate lips murmured something incomprehensible, as if she were dreaming of her own spells.Sasha walked to her in silence. His steps were heavy, his whole body ached. The claws had vanished, but the cuts still marked his chest, arms, and neck.He stopped beside her, kneeling with effort.“You completely exhausted yourself,” he murmured, more to hi
The Lycan’s Fated Mate Chapter 167 — The Name That Unites Worlds
Prague, 4:09 a.mDmitry remained standing in the center of the destruction, his veins still pulsing in blue and silver. His body, naked, imposing, covered in blood and light, seemed sculpted by the moon itself. But his eyes… Ah, his eyes no longer carried the fury of a god.They were searching for something.“Is it over?” Alexei asked, walking among the charred remains of the witches. “Because if you have any more divine transformations stored up, please warn me. My heart isn’t immortal.”Sasha whistled, taking a good look at Dmitry’s human form.“Look, I didn’t want to say anything…, but the new look is… striking. Half epic. Half… naked.”Dmitry turned slowly, still in silence.“Are you going to keep commenting on my nudity or are you going to give me a coat?” he growled, one eyebrow raised, walking as if the snow were warm ground.Alexei took off his jacket and threw it toward him, trying to contain his laughter.“You literally tore a woman apart with your hands and sucked out her s
The Lycan’s Fated Mate Chapter 166 — Seeds of a New Era
Meanwhile, at the Rurik mansion…The darkness of the room dissipated slowly. The energy, once drained, began to return like warm mist upon the skin.Deep in her mind, Susan dreamed.But that dream was not merely a reflection. It was a glimpse. A whisper of what was to come.She was in a field covered with bluish flowers, bathed in a soft light that did not seem to come from the sun. The breeze touched her face with a caress she recognized. It was the scent of Dmitry, mixed with the essence of something newer.And then she saw him.There, standing at the edge of the field, with hair like snow and eyes like the ocean, was a boy.He looked perhaps four years old. Elegant, he wore a gray sweater and carried an expression far too serene for his age. The little one smiled, and in that smile, Susan came undone. She brought her hand to her mouth as tears fell without permission.She knew. She felt it. She saw it. She needed no explanation.It was her son.She crouched down and opened her arms
The Lycan’s Fated Mate Chapter 165 — The Awakening of the Alpha God
The snow in Saint Petersburg was different. Denser. Older. As if it had memory.Fidor Kovalenko stepped down from the dark SUV with his jaw clenched and his somber eyes reflecting the same storm that fell from the sky. No guard dared to speak as he crossed the main gates of the Kovalenko clan’s headquarters, an elegant fortress carved in black stone, where the cold seemed eternal and the halls lived with secrets.He didn’t remove his wet overcoat, not even upon entering the Hall of the Ancestral Throne, the place reserved for war decisions and treason trials. In the center, seated as if he were part of the throne of marble and iron, was Yakov Kovalenko.To the right, standing with arms crossed and a glacial expression, was Nikita. His face was the younger version of Fidor’s, but with a hardness in the eyes that seemed forged by war and tempered by politics.“You returned too quickly not to bring misfortune,” Yakov said, without preamble.Fidor stopped before the throne. He looked firs
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