All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Rurik Mansion – Main Kitchen6:47 p.m.The aroma of fresh spiced tea filled the room, blending with the soft sound of the still-warm kettle resting on the marble counter. Susan wore a loose sweatshirt and thick socks. The afternoon had been heavy — memories of Jenn still echoed in every corner of the mansion — and she had found a silent refuge in the kitchen.As she stirred her tea with distracted movements, she heard soft footsteps approaching.“That smells good,” said a feminine voice, soft and polite, but with something almost… synthetic in its cadence.Susan turned. A tall woman with refined features and impeccable posture stood before her. Her white lab coat contrasted with her blonde hair pulled into an elegant bun. Her eyes were cold, gray like the sky before a storm, but her smile was cordial.“I hope I’m not intruding. I was looking for the pantry. The kitchen seemed like the most logical path.”Susan nodded, still holding the spoon. Something about the woman felt… off. Not e

Hours after the attack, the restricted wing of the Rurik mansion had been sealed off with containment spells and warding runes.The creature’s body — or what remained of it — lay on the autopsy table in the underground laboratory. The Changeling’s ashen flesh was already beginning to rot from the inside out, as if the mere absence of the illusion had severed any bond with the physical world.Alexei observed in silence, arms crossed, his face tense under the faint bluish light hanging from the ceiling. Beside him, Pavel handled enchanted instruments, multiple-lensed glasses perched on his eyes, as if every detail of the creature hid an answer.“It’s a Changeling, without a doubt,” Pavel said, his voice dry and precise, as always. “And one of the old ones. This type is rare… Extremely unstable. The disguise was perfect. A spell of physical transmutation, not merely illusion. She didn’t just look human. She became the doctor completely.”“Which means the real Doctor Viktoriya…?” Alexei a

The smell of iron hung in the air, heavy and nauseating. Blood splattered on the walls trickled down in slow rivulets, staining the white marble a grotesque red.Dmitry helped Irina to her feet, his firm hand wrapped around her slender arm as she staggered, her heels sinking into the red puddles.“Breathe, Irina,” he murmured again, his eyes still scanning every corner of the devastated hall.Two of Irina’s guards emerged from the shadows, pale, weapons still raised even though they knew nothing in their holsters would have made any difference. One of them carried a black folder, marked with blood splatters.“Mr. Rurik…” the younger one gasped, eyes wide. “We found this in the office, behind the safe.”The guard extended the folder, hands trembling. Dmitry took it, his blood-stained fingers marking the leather cover. He opened it with a precise movement. Papers, documents, coded notes and…On top, a typed list: familiar names, account numbers, quantities and destinations. Among them,

Rurik Mansion – Medical Wing03:41 a.m.The room was silent, except for the soft hum of the medical monitors tracking Susan’s vital signs. Carla, with deep dark circles and a tired expression, had not left her side since they brought her unconscious friend in. Sitting next to the bed, she held Susan’s bandaged hand with care, as if her presence alone was enough to keep her anchored to life.Suddenly, Susan drew in a sharp breath, like someone emerging from a long dive. Her green eyes flew open, wide, confused, but alive. Intensely alive.Carla gasped, emotional, letting out a relieved whisper:“My God… Susan?”She leaned forward immediately, touching her friend’s face.“Hey, easy, easy… It’s okay. You’re safe. You came back to us.”Susan blinked several times, as if trying to understand where she was. The memory of the whispered voice still echoed in her mind:“It is not yet time.”She looked at her bandaged hand, then at Carla, her breathing still uneven.“Dmitry…” she murmured in a

The great hall was being prepared. Marina was giving orders to the servants to set the meeting table: long decanters of water, trays with snacks, crystal glasses.The papers were stacked at the head of the table, where Dmitry would position himself.Susan noticed the almost military attention to detail: Alexei was distributing folders with the reports, while Dmitry, standing at the head of the table, murmured softly to her, almost so the others wouldn’t hear:“Stay alert to the looks. Not all the smiles today will mean peace. Some will simply be waiting for me to lower my guard.”The Lycan inside him, restless, whispered in a dark corner of his mind:“They don’t touch her. No one looks. No one breathes near her without our permission. One wrong sound and I rip their throats out, one by one.”Susan placed her hand on his arm, squeezing it lightly.“I’m here, Dmitry. And I know. Don’t worry about me. Worry about them.”Dmitry turned, leaning down slightly until his lips brushed the top