All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The world around them was silence, except for the panting sounds of bodies meeting and losing themselves. Susan’s breathing was ragged, her teary eyes now burning with a mix of fear, desire, and surrender.“You shouldn’t be doing this to me…” she whispered, her hands digging into his shoulders. “I’m danger for you, Dmitry…”He brushed his lips along her jaw, his voice hoarse, heavy with dark provocation.“No, solnishko… (little sun…) You are the only fucking right thing in the chaos that I am. My ruin… and my addiction.”“She’s ours, fuck… She was made for us. You can feel it. Her soul is screaming. Mark this woman. Fuck her until she forgets her own name. But DON’T let her go.”The Lycan’s voice reverberated inside him like a raw, visceral command. Dmitry propped himself up on his elbows, his body almost trembling with the effort of maintaining control.“Why do you calm me… and drive me insane at the same time?” he whispered, his eyes locked on hers, starving. “Do you have any idea w

Dmitry’s Office – Rurik Motors, MoscowDmitry kept his eyes fixed on the screen. But it wasn’t the report from the German branch that held his attention.In the corner of the monitor, silent and discreet, a small window displayed footage from the company’s internal security cameras.Three of them were fixed on different points in the advertising department. And in all of them, Susan. She entered a meeting room. Laughed at something a colleague said.Walked with papers pressed against her huge breasts, her red hair tied in a loose bun. She wore a dark blazer that unconsciously molded her curves.And he… was losing his mind.“Fuck… Look at this woman. She’s begging to be ripped apart.”The Lycan’s voice roared in his mind, raw, without any mask.“You’re obsessed.”“No… I’m fucked. Condemned to want this woman forever.”Dmitry replied mentally, closing his eyes for a moment.“Mr. Rurik?” The assistant knocked on the half-open door. “Do you need anything before I leave?”“No.” He stood up

Dmitry remained silent throughout the entire journey to the VDNH. The car glided through the streets of Moscow, but inside, the atmosphere was suffocating.The air felt dense, impregnated with a restrained desire that was already bordering on madness. His jaw was locked, his fingers digging into the leather of the armrest, and his eyes… wandered without seeing.It wasn’t the city he saw. It was her. It was Susan.Every second without her scent, without her skin, without that presence that made his heart beat as if it would explode in his chest, was pure torment.“This is a fucking joke.”The Lycan’s voice burst inside his mind, loaded with raw frustration.“We’re here, next to this cold, dead doll, while the only one who makes our cock throb is arriving, ready to be ours. Fuck, Dmitry!”“You think I don’t know?”Dmitry’s mental reply was harsh, suffocated by a thousand urges he forced himself to repress.“Then why the fuck are you still pretending? Why are you by her side while our han

The private room was isolated from the rest of the event. The lights were lower, and the air inside carried the weight of hierarchy. Only the most influential leaders and councilors of the allied clans were present.Dmitry entered with a firm posture and eyes as cold as the Russian winter. His black suit seemed tailor-made to intimidate, and his presence was impossible to ignore.He walked to the head of the long dark oak table, where everyone waited for him in silence.Irina Vasiliev sat with her chin slightly raised, eyes attentive. Ivan Volkov analyzed documents in front of him. Lev Orlov, older and silent, observed with a calculating gaze. And Viktor Dragovich, an Alpha with a history of veiled disagreements with Dmitry, looked impatient.Without wasting time, Irina was the first to speak.“The Demidov Clan is on the move.”Dmitry crossed his arms, his expression impassive.“Be more specific.”Ivan cleared his throat, pulling a tablet from his leather folder.“We’ve received relia

Natalia held the champagne glass between her fingers as if it were an extension of herself. Firm, delicate, perfectly controlled. But inside, her mind was a battlefield in flames.The elixir had no effect.Dmitry hadn’t even looked at her during the entire damn event. Not a single word. Not a single touch. Not even the courteous, cold attention she had grown used to.Nothing.It was as if she had become invisible.The burgundy dress she wore hugged her curves like a second skin, meticulously chosen to make him look. To provoke. To remind him of what was his. She had even worn the perfume he always complimented. But now… everything smelled of defeat.“Ma’am, I couldn’t get too close…” Yelena, her bodyguard who always spoke with surgical neutrality, had said. “But I saw the Alpha taking the human to the gardens. And then… well, the scent of arousal from both of them was evident.”The glass trembled slightly in her hand, but Natalia didn’t let it fall. Control was her armor. She smiled,