All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Dmitry drove in silence, his hand firm on the wheel while the other gently held Susan’s, intertwining her fingers with his as if he didn’t know how, or didn’t want, to ever let her go again.Susan looked at the landscape through the window, curious. The road lined with pine trees gradually opened into a clearing that descended toward the sea. The sky was beginning to take on orange tones, the twilight tinting everything in gold and amber.“Where are we?” she asked, smiling as she gently squeezed his hand.He didn’t answer immediately, only lifted the corner of his lips in a discreet smile.“A place of mine… Ours now.”Susan furrowed her brow but didn’t press him.When they reached the end of the road, the car stopped in front of a dark wooden house, discreet and isolated, with a wide veranda overlooking a cliff from where the sea could be seen in all its vastness. The waves broke softly, as if the world knew that on that night it should not disturb the peace of that man.Dmitry got ou

The clock showed a little after midnight when Carla leaned her back against the cold wall of the emergency room corridor, closing her eyes for a second, as if silently pleading for more breath.The hospital pulsed as always: sirens in the distance, patients arriving, alarms going off, life and death crossing paths without asking permission.She opened her eyes slowly, adjusted her coat and pulled the badge clipped to her pocket, automatically passing through the turnstile until she reached the break room. Inside, the stuffy smell of old coffee mixed with disinfectant.She threw her bag on one of the hooks, pulled the metal chair close to the locker and, without thinking much, opened the door where she always kept her things.At the back, taped there, a slightly crumpled photo: her, Susan and Jenn, hugging and laughing, still in the old apartment. The memory drew a discreet smile, but also brought that familiar weight to her chest.She ran her fingers along the worn edge of the image a

Sasha opened his eyes even before the alarm went off. It wasn’t as if he had really slept…He had tossed and turned all night, trying in vain to empty his mind. But the scent… that damn scent of hers was still there, impregnated in the sheets, in the clothes, on the walls.He ran a hand over his face, letting out a frustrated sigh, and sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor as if expecting some answer to emerge from it.“Forget Susan…”The voice of his inner Lycan emerged, grave, laden with an impatience he knew well.“As if it were easy…” he replied in a low voice, bringing his hand to the back of his neck and squeezing the warm skin there hard.“She is Dmitry’s. She always was. She always will be.”Sasha let out a dry laugh.“Do you think I don’t know that?”“Then why do you still insist?”He stood up abruptly, walking to the apartment window and pulling back the curtain. The sky was beginning to lighten in a pale, indifferent tone, as if mocki

With nowhere to go, Sasha entered the first bakery he saw. He ordered a strong coffee, bitter as the cold morning, and stayed there, standing, observing the movement without really seeing anything.He paid, thanked with a brief nod and returned to the car, leaving the cup resting on the console. He started the engine and left, without direction, without purpose.The city streets passed like blurs around him, and he wasn’t even aware of time. He only knew that… he was looking for something.Or someone.“Have you realized what you’re doing, haven’t you?”The grave and direct voice of his Lycan sounded, as always, inside him.“I’m just taking a drive…” he replied dryly, gripping the wheel tightly.“No. You’re looking for her.”Sasha huffed, irritated, but didn’t answer.“Since when do you drive all day just to relax?”He ran a hand over the back of his neck, tense.“I don’t know what you want.”“I want you to admit it. That she got to you.”“I don’t even know her.”“Lie.”The Lycan laugh

After that first touch, things seemed to settle, as if the hardest part had already been done.Lyra invited him to sit on one of the stools by the counter while she finished organizing some flowers for a delivery the next day.“And how were your days?” he asked, his voice a little more relaxed, although his gaze never left her for a second.Lyra smiled, delicately handling an orchid.“Flowery,” she replied, with simplicity. Then she looked up, with that sweet sparkle that he already knew dismantled him. “I saw couples reconcile, I saw promises being made… And I sold a lot of roses.”Sasha nodded, with a crooked smile.“And you?” she asked, setting the bouquet aside and leaning on the counter, looking at him with sincere curiosity.He let out a slow breath, as if he didn’t even know where to begin.“I went to Hamburg, and then to Vienna… To sort out some things about Rurik Motors’ international logistics.”“Hamburg and Vienna?” She asked rhetorically, almost as if tasting the sound of