All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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 a sleeping flame. She looked so fragile in that moment, so ethereal, that it was difficult to associate her with the woman who, hours earlier, had destroyed infernal creatures with a single gesture.Every cell in Dmitry’s body wanted to remain by her side. But the world beyond those sheets demanded his presence.Downstairs, the main hall was still empty. The only light came from the side office, whose half-open doors let escape the aroma of strong coffee mixed with the faint smell of printed paper.Dmitry entered silently. Alexei was typing with rapid precision, his eyes fixed on the screen. Sasha, leaning against the window, watched the opaque sky while calmly drinking a cup of dark coffee

Main Volkov Residence — YekaterinburgIvan’s office was spacious, lined with dark wood and ancient books. The lit fireplace broke the morning chill.Maksim entered without knocking, as he had always done. Ivan stood by the window. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“Did he answer?” Ivan asked bluntly.“He did,” Maksim replied, approaching the fireplace. “He said he saw it. That he was close. He confirmed what the video is already screaming to anyone with eyes: the girl doesn’t fight. She commands.”Ivan turned, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His amber eyes were somber.“Direct line from Goddess Morrigan. A born witch, pure blood, no burning of the lineage. But you think there’s something more.”“I know there is,” Maksim retorted firmly. “I watched that video five times. I studied the movement of her body, the way the hybrids reacted. That wasn’t ordinary magic. It wasn’t a prepared spell. It was instinct.”“Instinct?” Ivan arched an eyebrow, skeptical.“Divine

Dragunov Clan Meeting Room — KaliningradThere, in the meeting room reserved for the main lineage, two men stared at each other with an abyss of generations between them. Leonid Dragunov, gray hair combed back with military precision, steel eyes that had witnessed political and bloody battles for more than six decades, observed his grandson with an indecipherable expression. He dressed as always: sobriety, discipline, respect for hierarchy.In front of him, Anatoly Dragunov, the new Alpha of the clan, wore a dark blazer over a black t-shirt. Young, good-looking, and ambitious. A symbol of the new era: less tradition, more strategic power, connected to Lycans outside Russia and willing to challenge everything archaic.“She is not just a witch,” Leonid said, cutting through the silence with a firm voice. “What runs in her is something that not even the elders of the Council dare name clearly.”Anatoly ran his fingers through his hair, irritated.“Speak plainly, dedushka (grandfather). I

Entrance of Rurik Mansion – NightThe engine of Alexei’s sports car purred softly at the entrance of the mansion. He twirled the keys between his fingers with impatience, his eyes fixed on the phone that still showed no sign from Sasha.The restlessness he normally hid behind his mocking smile was beginning to spill over the edges of his self-control.It was then that he saw Carla leaving through the side of the house, bag over her shoulder, folded lab coat in her arms, ready for her shift.“Doctor Carla,” he called, opening a wide smile. “Want a ride with charm included?”Carla glanced at the car, then at him. She was used to his provocative tone, but something in Alexei’s eyes was different. Less playful. More… tense.“Are you going to take me or kidnap me?” she retorted, raising an eyebrow as she already opened the passenger door.“Depends,” he said as she settled in. “If you’re looking too beautiful, I might change my mind halfway.”“And if I’m just normal?”“I’d still consider th

Interior of Rurik Mansion — Dmitry and Susan’s Suite, 11:57 p.m.The fireplace crackled softly in the background, spreading a warm heat that didn’t seem to reach Dmitry. He was sitting in one of the leather armchairs, with Susan asleep in his bed, curled up in a thick blanket, her red hair spread like tame flames across the pillow.Her glasses rested on the nightstand, and she murmured softly in her sleep, oblivious to the hurricane brewing outside that space.Dmitry’s phone vibrated.Alexei:“He bought the thing. He’s bringing it to headquarters now. Arrives at 02:45. I prepared the vault. Whatever it is, it’s not safe.”Dmitry read the message twice before standing up. His expression hardened.He kissed Susan’s forehead lightly, moving away in silence.“Sleep well, malyshka… (little one…) I’ll be back soon,” he murmured quietly before leaving.Rurik Motors Headquarters — Sublevel 06, Containment Vault — 2:41 a.m.Alexei stood with his arms crossed, watching the runic lead containmen