MasukAlexei crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe with that half-cynical smile on his face.“Venice… Look, I’m even a little jealous. Less because of the impending chaos, more because of the wine and the elegant disguises.” He cast a quick glance at Sasha. “You’re going to leave our favorite witch without a bodyguard?”Dmitry slowly raised his gaze, fixing Alexei with intensity.“You stay with Susan. Keep everything in order here. And, Alexei…” He tilted his head. “No theatrics. No jokes. No excesses.”“Me?” Alexei opened his hands, feigning offense. “Dmitry, I am the definition of self-control.”Sasha let out a short laugh while checking his phone.“Definitely not.” He was already moving toward the door, grabbing his jacket. “I’m leaving today. The sooner we know what’s coming out of the borders, the better.”“Keep in touch,” Dmitry said firmly. “Any sign of mutation, anything out of the ordinary, let me know. Don’t play hero.”“Rest easy, boss.” Sasha smiled sideways, but there
The apartment was immersed in a strange, almost reverent silence, broken only by the occasional creak of the floorboards and the soft sound of boxes being dragged. The familiar scent of old coffee, books, and cheap shampoo still lingered in the air, as if Jenn were about to walk through the door at any moment.Carla pushed a box of clothes into the corner of the room, wiping her hands on her leggings, while Susan carefully folded the covers from Jenn’s bed, her eyes watery but serene.“I swear…” Carla sighed, trying to ease the tension in her chest with a small laugh. “I never thought I’d say this, but I think I’m going to miss that chaos. Jenn stealing my french fries, the series we used to watch together… Even the fights over the bathroom.”Susan gave a small smile, smoothing the comforter one last time.“She’s still here, you know?” she murmured softly. “Just… in a different way.”Carla turned, her eyes shining with contained emotion, and let out a short laugh.“And here I thought
Unbuttoning the black pleated skirt she was wearing, he removed it at the same time as he trailed kisses down her delicate neck, his teeth lightly grazing her skin.His large hands slid up her thighs, and as he lifted the white tank top, he exposed her breasts without ceremony.“Malyshka… (Little one…) Fuck… These tits are divine work. So big… so soft… so mine.” Dmitry murmured in a hoarse voice, his eyes glowing with a supernatural blue.“Ours. This entire body is ours. The scent, the taste, the skin… Fuck, it will never be enough.”Susan smiled, feeling her face flush.“Dmitry… You look at me like you’re going to devour me.”“Not ‘like’, malyshka (little one). I am going to devour you. Until you beg me to stop.” He growled hungrily, his mouth claiming one of her nipples.Susan gasped, arching against him, her fingers sinking into his silky white hair. Dmitry slid his right arm behind her waist, pulling her even closer.The hot sensation of his mouth, the light bites and sucks on her
A little way from the table, Alexei, Sasha, and Dmitry stood near an old twisted tree in the corner of the garden.Dmitry leaned his shoulder against the trunk, arms crossed, his gaze drifting toward Susan and Carla, while Alexei twirled a bottle cork between his fingers and Sasha puffed on a thin cigar, the sweet aroma blending with the freshness of the night.“So, brother…” Alexei began, with that easy smile he always used when he wanted to provoke. “When are you going to make the engagement official with my future sister-in-law?”Dmitry raised an eyebrow, not moving.“Alexei…”“Don’t look at me like that, Dmitry.” Alexei laughed, twirling the cork in the air as if it were a trophy. “She’s practically part of the family already. All that’s missing is the ring. And let’s be honest, there’s no one here blind to that.”Sasha snorted, taking the cigar from his mouth, a lazy smile on his lips.“I’d say he already got engaged the moment he faced the entire council for her. But of course,
In the luxurious bedroom of the Kovalenko mansion, Natália threw pieces of clothing into the suitcase with quick, almost furious movements. The zipper scraped against the silence, interrupted only by the muffled sound of her short breathing.She had been kicked out of her own home with a simple and direct message: “The Kovalenko clan has a new agreement with the Ruriks. Take your stain of betrayal far away from us.”The phone on speaker was on the dresser, from where the cold and bitter voice of Ksenia Romanov, one of Yelena’s sisters, echoed through the room.“You understand what this means, don’t you, Natália?” Ksenia’s voice came through fragmented but loaded with contained fury. “The Chosen of Morrigan. That… filthy human, now crowned as something untouchable! My sister is dead, and everyone closes their eyes because they’re afraid of a profane Goddess!”Natália stopped, took a deep breath, and adjusted a silk scarf over the pile of clothes.“Believe me, Ksenia, I understand bette
The atmosphere in the hall was denser, but it was no longer one of challenge — it was one of cautious acceptance. When the witches’ chant ceased, Dmitry took two steps forward in front of Susan, once again meeting the gaze of every leader present.“Now that the truth has been established, let’s get to what brought us here.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for interruptions. “The agreements between the clans. They will be renewed today.”The Alpha of the Volkov clan, Ivan, was the first to speak:“Dmitry, you are proposing that the agreements continue without changes… even with this new variable?” He glanced briefly at Susan, with caution but no hostility. “Do you guarantee that your Predestined will not interfere?”Before Dmitry could answer, Susan stepped forward, calm but with a presence that silenced even the proudest among them.“I am not a variable.” Her green eyes met Ivan’s. “I am an ally. And if you have doubts, ask the Mystic Circle what it means to be chosen by Morrigan.







