MasukCarla had already been ready for nearly twenty minutes. Which, considering Alexei Rurik, was practically a statistical miracle.She finished putting on her earring while observing her own reflection in the bedroom mirror. The high cream-colored turtleneck embraced her neck with soft elegance, contrasting with the long camel coat that molded her silhouette. The plaid skirt in earthy tones left her legs partially exposed beneath the dark tights, and the beret completed the Moscow winter look.Susan would probably say she looked like she had stepped out of a sophisticated European magazine. Alexei, on the other hand, would probably say something much less respectful. The thought almost made her smile.Almost. Because the bond still felt strange. Heavy. Restless. She felt Alexei through the connection like a turbulent sea trying to remain calm by force.Rage. Confusion. Violence. All muffled by something. And that was worse.Carla slowly closed her eyes.Ever since the bond between them h
Alexei entered Dmitry’s office already irritated.Not genuinely irritated, because that would require too much emotional effort, but irritated at the level of “my brother just ruined my night.”Which, honestly? Was practically a family tradition.“You’re unbelievable.” He grumbled as he closed the door behind him. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been trying to take Carla out without someone exploding, dying, or trying to invade Moscow?”Dmitry didn’t even lift his eyes from the documents spread across the huge dark wooden table.“Two days.”“Exactly. That’s a historical record.”Susan, sitting on the sofa near the window with Demyan sleeping in her arms, stifled a laugh.The silver-haired baby slept peacefully, completely oblivious to the eternal chaos of his own family. Alexei pointed dramatically at the child.“See that? He sleeps because he still doesn’t know where he was born.”Susan raised an eyebrow.“You’re exaggerating.”“Susan, last week an emissary tried to poison Dmitry
Synopsis: Marked by the Alpha HeirCarla lives an intense and dangerous love with Alexei Rurik, a cocky, impulsive man marked by war. When remnants of the Demidovs resurface and a prisoner reveals that Alexei’s mother’s surname was buried — and not erased —, he discovers that he is claimed as heir by a clan the Ruriks have hated for generations, and that another, even more dangerous clan believes it also has a right to him.Torn between two legacies, on the verge of starting a war, and losing control over his Lycan instincts, Alexei faces the monster inside himself.Carla, then, needs to decide how far she will go for love, while the bond between them proves that being Fated is a choice to remain, even in the face of destruction.***Carla was still trying to understand how her life had become that. Because, honestly? At some point between running from murderous hybrids, surviving Lycan wars, watching Susan literally turn into a living goddess, and starting a relationship with the sar
The dense forest of Russia was filled with heavy silence, broken only by the rustling of dry branches beneath Natalia’s feet. The wind cut like blades, bringing with it the scent of death itself — though she tried to ignore it. With every step, she believed she was far enough away, beyond Dmitry’s reach, beyond the Goddess’s gaze.But she was not.Nikita was the first to find her. He emerged from the shadows as if he were part of them, his expression cold and impenetrable. She instinctively recoiled, her heart racing, but his gaze held no threat, only the inevitable message:“He is coming.”And then the entire forest seemed to tremble.The air filled with an energy impossible to contain. Roots shook beneath the earth, crows stirred in the trees as if they recognized the true owner of that territory. Dmitry appeared through the mist, now more than an Alpha, more than a Lycan. He was the Guardian of the Goddess himself — blue eyes blazing, skin marked by ancestral energy, an essence that
The Rurik mansion in Moscow, illuminated by torches and discreet lights intertwined with winter flowers, seemed to breathe. The ancient walls, guardians of the Rurik lineage, would witness not only the union of an Alpha with his Predestined, but the coronation of a new time.The central courtyard, covered by a large translucent glass structure, revealed the night sky dotted with stars. Amid the softly fallen snow, magical heat kept the space welcoming. Trees had been brought in on purpose, creating a natural circle in the center of the hall, where an arch intertwined with branches, white flowers, crystals, and runic symbols that glowed softly stood.Dmitry, in an impeccable black suit, stood beside the arch. His imposing presence seemed to intensify even more that night. His albino hair reflected the soft candlelight, and his blue eyes were filled with a contained emotion, almost fierce. He looked like a warrior who had finally conquered what the gods had promised — and no one would d
The Rurik mansion, even with all its technological advances, was a stronghold where the ancient and the modern danced side by side. And among enchanted toys that organized themselves and voice-activated holograms, there was a child who was about to disrupt all natural laws: Demyan.And on that late afternoon, while he ran through the corridors with an enchanted plush dragon floating behind him, something changed.“Catch it, little dragon! But don’t bite!” he warned, his white hair messy, his eyes shining with the joy of someone who didn’t yet know the power he carried.It was when he slipped on the rug and fell on his bottom that everything happened.“Ouch!”His lower lip trembled. The tears came… but they didn’t fall.The little one closed his eyes and stretched his hands into the air, as if searching for something invisible.The plush dragon trembled… And suddenly it became huge. Real. An ethereal being with translucent scales, golden eyes, and shining wings the size of a mare appea
The sound of the double doors closing behind him was a physical relief. The Conclave was ready.All the clans present, runes sealed, circles active, magical traps disguised beneath luxurious tapestries. Nothing more could be done that night. Nothing… except return to her.Alexei climbed the stairs
The great hall of the Rurik mansion had been transformed.Ritualistic torches burned in obsidian holders. Bands of black and silver velvet hung from the ceiling, intertwined with enchanted branches that bloomed under the influence of the moon, even with the sky covered. Among the stained-glass wind
Dmitry climbed the stairs in silence, his palm resting on the mahogany banister. His skin still carried a subtle golden glow that seemed to come from within. As if his bones had absorbed the blessing itself.When he opened the bedroom door, he found Susan sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped onl
Downstairs, Dmitry was already in the office. The soft light filtered through the curtains, dancing over the piles of documents.Signing civil papers seemed ridiculous in the face of the immensity of what had happened the night before. But Dmitry knew: the human world also needed seals, signatures,







