เข้าสู่ระบบNight had already completely taken over the gardens of the Rurik mansion. Outside, the snow reflected the light from the posts scattered across the property, creating an almost peaceful appearance. Almost.Inside the mansion, Carla was sitting in one of the armchairs in the living room with a small bowl of snacks on the table, while Susan occupied the sofa beside her. Demyan was on the rug, still entertained with the little dragon Lyra had given him — the toy flew a few centimeters every time he squeezed its belly, releasing small golden clouds.Carla watched the little dragon cross the air once more and shook her head.“I still can’t believe she gave that to a child.”Susan picked up one of the snacks without taking her eyes off her son.“You talk as if Lyra had given him an enchanted sword.”“I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the next gift.” Carla answered, and Susan laughed.“Probably. Knowing Lyra, something like that is coming for the next birthday.”Demyan squeezed the toy again
The Western Port was busier than Alexei had expected. Even during the night, there were trucks entering and leaving, cranes working over the containers, and men crossing the corridors between the warehouses.From a distance, it looked like just another night of work, but Alexei knew that appearances were exactly the kind of thing that usually got people killed.He was inside a vehicle parked at a safe distance from the port, with Dmitry beside him and Sasha in the back seat, watching through the window. Two team vehicles were positioned farther back, out of the direct line of sight, and no one was talking much. Everyone was waiting.“Estimated time?” Dmitry asked, his voice low.Sasha checked his watch, his eyes still fixed on the port.“Ten minutes. Maybe less.”“Then we wait.” Alexei answered, without taking his eyes off the movement.Sasha leaned a little forward, his arms resting on the back of the front seat.“Are you sure you don’t want to go in? We could get closer.”“No.”“Not
Sasha remained silent for a moment, then pointed at Umbra.“And that’s his name?”“Umbra.”The creature slowly turned its head toward Sasha, and he remained still.“He heard that.” Sasha whispered.“He hears everything.” Alexei said, smiling.Sasha pointed at Umbra again.“And you just decided to hide this?”“I was busy trying to understand what the hell had happened to me.” He answered, and Sasha nodded.“Okay… that’s an acceptable explanation.”Sasha took a step closer, and Umbra remained still. He tilted his head, analyzing the creature.“He’s huge as hell. Same size as your Lycan.”“That’s the form he takes now.” Alexei explained. “Only less corporeal.”Dmitry narrowed his eyes.“Before, he was the silver-gray Lycan you used to see.” Alexei continued. “That was how he appeared when I felt that presence, when I heard the voice in my head. I believed I was seeing my own Lycan.”Sasha looked at the creature again.“So when you transformed, that form was his?”“Yes.”“But it was also
The Rurik war room looked more like an arsenal than a room that late afternoon.Maps occupied the central table, access routes to the Western Port were marked in red, photographs were scattered among the communication equipment, and there were enough weapons on the workbench to make any sensible human reconsider the idea of entering that property.Sasha was analyzing one of the routes while Dmitry remained in front of the main map, and Alexei was on the other side of the table, in silence, his eyes scanning the markings without really seeing them.“The main entrance is discarded.” Dmitry pointed to one of the markings, his voice firm. “Too much security. If we enter through here, they’ll notice before we even reach the warehouses.”Sasha ran his finger over another route, leaning over the map.“We can enter through the secondary road. The cargo movement is intense; no one will find another vehicle strange.”“Too exposed.” Dmitry shook his head. “Not enough cover.”“From the west side?
Carla found Susan in the living room shortly after breakfast. Demyan was sitting on the rug, completely focused on a small toy that definitely should not exist in a house where someone still intended to maintain some appearance of normality.It was a kind of small fluffy dragon made of fabric, with tiny wings and eyes made of shining stones. Every time Demyan squeezed its belly, the toy released a small cloud of golden sparks and changed color.Carla remained observing for a few seconds, her eyes following the movement of the sparks.“Is that safe?”Susan raised her eyes from the book she was holding, a discreet smile on her lips.“It was a gift from Lyra.”“That wasn’t my question.” Carla answered, still looking at the dragon.“Technically, yes.” Susan shrugged.Demyan squeezed the toy again, and a small explosion of light came from the wings, illuminating the boy’s face.“Technically?” Carla repeated, raising an eyebrow.“She’s a fairy. You know how fairy gifts are.”“Exactly why I
Alexei pulled Carla’s hips up, leaving her on all fours. With the front of her body still lying on the bed, her ass was raised for him, and the sight made the air catch in his lungs for a moment.She was completely soaked — the pink, swollen pussy, and his cum slowly running down, sliding over her cheeks, mixing with her own honey that dripped down her thighs. Alexei spread her with both hands, his thumbs separating the soft lips, and Carla moaned, her entire body trembling at the touch.“So beautiful.” He murmured, his hands squeezing her ass possessively. “So perfect for me. Every centimeter of you seems made to measure.”“Alexei…” Her voice came out muffled against the sheets, loaded with impatience and desire.“Shh.” He leaned in, and without warning brought his mouth to her pussy, thrusting his tongue inside, licking the soaked folds with reverent hunger.Carla let out a sharp moan, her fingers gripping the pillow. Alexei licked everything — every fold, every crease, the pulsing
“This is going to be a problem, Alpha.”The Lycan murmured in his mind, its voice low and drawn out, like a warning whispered through clenched teeth.Dmitry didn’t respond. He moved his wrist discreetly, checking his watch as if trying to remind himself that time still followed rules. It was an exc
The large meeting room at Rurik Motors exuded power. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows offered a privileged view of Moscow, while the dark wooden oval table dominated the center of the room. The black leather chairs, the discreet shine of the metal details, and the absence of any decorative excess
The glass-walled room on the top floor of Rurik Motors offered a silent spectacle of Moscow at night — cold, pulsating, and indifferent. Dmitry stood before the wall of glass, shoulders straight, a lit cigarette between his fingers, releasing the smoke with the same slowness with which time seemed
Standing in front of the imposing Rurik Motors building, Susan tried to ignore the wave of anxiety that was overtaking her. She took a deep breath and adjusted her glasses on her face before entering the building.The mirrored facade reflected the gray sky, giving an even more austere appearance to







