LOGINCarla practically ripped the beret off her head when she entered the room. The door slammed behind her with enough force to echo through the entire suite, but at that moment she honestly didn’t care.Because she was angry. Very angry.The camel coat was the first to fall onto the sofa. Then the earrings. Then the boots.That damn date had gone straight to hell.“Great. Perfect. Wonderful,” she grumbled to herself as she opened the side zipper of her skirt with brusque movements.She had spent nearly an hour getting ready. A whole hour, on the only day off she had before going back to the hell of hospital shifts.And Alexei had managed to destroy everything by bringing the clan’s problems along with him.Again.Carla closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply. It wasn’t fair to think that way, she knew that. Alexei couldn’t simply stop being who he was.He was a Rurik. The Alpha’s brother. Part of that political, territorial, and violent madness since birth. War was part of him.Th
Alexei couldn’t pay attention to a fucking thing in the movie.Not to the characters, the story, the exaggerated explosions, or even the bad jokes that would normally make Carla laugh softly beside him.Nothing.Because the only thing he could hear was that phrase echoing inside his own head like a parasite.“Alexei Demidov.”His fingers tightened involuntarily on the armrest.Demidov.The surname felt wrong. Dirty. Like something that should never be associated with him.But worse than that… was the way the man had looked at him in that cell.Recognition. Not surprise. Not provocation. Recognition. As if he were looking at someone who belonged there.“You look just like your mother.”That was eating him alive.Because his mother had always been a forbidden territory inside the Rurik mansion.No one talked about her. Not Anatolie. Not Dmitry. Not the elders. There were photos, portraits, but never stories.As if saying her name out loud could open some wound too old to heal.Alexei re
Carla 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 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
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. T
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 h
“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







