All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Lyra kept her forehead pressed to his for a few seconds, feeling Sasha’s deep breathing, as if he wanted to engrave that moment on her skin.She smiled softly, sliding her hands gently down his strong arms until she held them with delicacy, pulling him a little closer, without haste, simply letting the comfortable silence speak for both of them.“Would you like to sit?” she asked, in that calm and gentle tone that always accompanied her, breaking the sweet tension that hung between them.He nodded, letting out a muffled laugh that made her smile too.“Please… Before I get completely awkward,” he replied, and Lyra found it adorable how he, usually so confident and self-assured, seemed to shed all his defenses when he was with her.She walked over to the sofa, sitting sideways, crossing her legs with the naturalness of someone who felt at ease. She watched as Sasha sat beside her, leaning his body toward her, resting one arm on the backrest and leaving the other near her leg, but… he di

Alexei adjusted the strap of the paper bag on his forearm, balancing the boxes of fresh bread and the two cups of coffee, while with his other hand he unlocked his phone. The notification flashed at the top of the screen:Sasha:“Found the fairy at the flower shop.”A lazy smile curved his lips.“About damn time…” he murmured to himself, putting the phone back in his jacket pocket and heading to the car.The morning was cold, typical of Moscow, with a thin mist covering the asphalt and the car windows beginning to fog up as soon as he got in.He turned on the heater, placed the bags carefully on the passenger seat and started the engine, driving through the still quiet streets toward Carla’s apartment. It didn’t take long before he parked in the spot he already knew far too well. Almost automatic, like everything that involved her.He grabbed the bags, the coffee, and climbed the steps two at a time, without ceremony, until he stopped in front of the door. He didn’t even need to knock

The dry sound of the ended call hung in the air.Ivan dropped the cell phone on the table, crossing his arms and staring into nothing, while Maksim, leaning back in the armchair beside him, watched him with that astute look of someone who always knows more than he lets on.For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.Then, Maksim broke the silence, as he always did, with a tone of pure mockery:“So… The kid decided to become a man.”Ivan didn’t answer immediately. He picked up the glass of vodka he always kept within reach and swirled the transparent liquid, thoughtful.Maksim raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly.“And then, Ivan? Are you happy? Worried? Or are you just recalculating how this is going to mess up the clan?”Ivan let out a sigh, setting the glass back on the table without even drinking.“It’s not just any decision, Father. You know what it means… For him, for her… And for us.”Maksim let out a grave laugh, tilting his head back.“Of course I know! Fuck… A fairy hybr

The air vibrated with the thick smell of smoke and blood, and Dmitry, in his complete Lycan form, remained upright in the center of the Circle of the Broken Moon, his chest heaving with the raw control of the beast he could barely contain, even with the transformation complete.The thick, silvery fur covered his entire body, his black claws gleamed in the light of the flames, ready to tear apart, and his fangs shone, dripping with saliva and a primitive desire to protect and destroy.His ice-blue eyes burned with the intensity of instinct, and around him, the other Lycans — still vibrating with the collective transformation — maintained a silent, reverent, and tense distance.But she approached… Susan.The heart of the beast and the man merged into a single wild and possessive rhythm. And the voice of Dmitry’s inner Lycan sounded like thunder, entwined with adoration and fury.“Ours! Touch her and I kill. One by one, all these sons of bitches…”Dmitry’s massive body leaned slightly fo

The body of the black bear lay imposing in the center of the clearing, its thick fur soaked in blood contrasting with the cold white of the moon. The hot steam from the freshly killed meat rose in the icy air, while all the Lycans formed a solemn circle around it.Alexei remained to Dmitry’s left, observing how, even among rival clans, ancestral respect imposed itself without the need for words. The hunt was concluded with one of the oldest rituals: the distribution of the trophies, an honor that belonged exclusively to the Predator Alpha.Dmitry advanced toward the bear’s carcass, his blue eyes gleaming, still stained with traces of the battle’s fury. His right claw rose slowly… And then, with a dry and precise movement, he tore open the animal’s flank, exposing the ribs.Hot blood gushed, staining the earth, as he sank both monstrous hands into the carcass.“May this blood unite our clans… And strengthen our fangs.”His voice resounded deep, guttural, in a mix between the Lycan lang