《The Lycan’s Fated Mate》全部章節：第 201 章 - 第 210 章

Carla realized something was wrong the moment she left through the hospital’s back door. The parking lot was far too quiet. The snow fell in lazy flakes over the parked cars, covering everything with a clean white layer.But the bond… the bond felt strange. Too quiet.She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and frowned. That didn’t make sense. Throughout the entire day, even while ignoring Alexei, she could still feel him. Anger. Worry. Anxiety. All mixed together.Now… nothing. Absolutely nothing. As if someone had closed a door.Her phone vibrated inside her coat pocket. She pulled out the device. No new messages, no calls. Her chest tightened immediately.Idiot.She had spent the entire day ignoring the man. Maybe he had given up. Maybe he was angry. Maybe…No. That didn’t explain the strange feeling. Carla quickened her pace toward the parking lot. Her car was only a few meters away. Just a few more steps.Then she heard a voice.“Doctor Carla.”She turned and froze.Three men w

Carla woke with the sensation of sinking.For a few seconds, she didn’t know where she was. The ceiling above her was too high, too dark, the black wooden beams disappearing into shadows that seemed to move when she tried to focus.The smell in the air was a strange mixture of snow, smoke, and something ancient. Very ancient.She blinked slowly. Her head was throbbing, her neck sore exactly where the blade had touched her. Her fingers instinctively felt the skin, searching for the cut, but found nothing. No scar, no scab, no mark. As if it had never happened.The bond was the first thing she looked for. Nothing. The emptiness hit her like a punch, stealing the air from her lungs. Alexei wasn’t there. She couldn’t feel him, couldn’t feel anything. No anger, no worry, no trace of that constant warmth that had become as familiar as her own breathing. Only absolute silence where there should have been life.Panic tried to rise. She pushed it down hard, sitting up abruptly in the bed.Bed.

The main doors — which were still standing by some miracle — opened again with a crash.Sasha entered covered in snow, his dark hair stuck to his forehead, with the expression of someone who had driven like a maniac for miles.He stopped in the middle of the hall, taking in the scene: Carla alive, Alexei holding Carla, three hybrids standing still, and one terrifying old man in front of the fireplace.Then he sighed, placing his hands on his waist.“Oh, thank God.”Everyone looked at him. Sasha pointed at Alexei with a mix of irritation and relief.“You. You are forbidden from disappearing like that. I almost crashed the car three times. Three! And I like that car.”“I didn’t disappear,” Alexei replied, still not letting go of Carla.“You disappeared from all of Russia emotionally. That counts as disappearance.” Sasha gestured vaguely. “I was in my apartment, the windows started shaking, my neighbor thought it was an earthquake. An earthquake! In Moscow! Have you ever seen an earthqua

The road back to Moscow seemed far too long. And far too quiet.Carla ended up falling asleep halfway there. Not deeply — it was that light, fragmented sleep that comes when the body and mind have been pushed to their limit, when the adrenaline finally gives way to exhaustion.Even while sleeping, her fingers remained intertwined with his, and Alexei drove with one hand on the wheel and the other holding hers as if it were the most precious thing in the world.Slower than usual. Much slower. Because he had no intention of ever letting go of that hand again.The Lycan sighed inside him, a satisfied and exhausted sound, like an animal that had finally found rest after a storm.“Ours.”“Ours,” Alexei repeated quietly, his eyes fixed on the snow-covered road.“Never again.”“Never again.”“Not even alone.”“Not for a second.”“Not even angry.”“Especially when she’s angry.”“Not even at work.”“I’m going to become the terror of the hospital nurses. They’re going to hate me.”“Ours.”A smal

The name continued echoing through the hall of the Rurik mansion long after Anatolie had spoken it.Konstantin Velesov.The syllables seemed to carry their own weight, as if the mere act of saying them out loud was capable of summoning something that should have remained asleep.No one said a word. Not Sasha, who always had a joke ready to ease any tension. Not Susan, who normally knew exactly what to say to calm things down.Not even Demyan, who remained very quiet in Alexei’s arms, his little blue eyes watching the adults with an unusual seriousness for such a small child, as if he sensed that something very serious had just happened in that hall.Carla glanced discreetly at each of them. That was when she understood. It wasn’t just a name — it was a ghost. One of those that didn’t even need to appear to be able to dominate an entire room, that survived only in the fear they left behind.Alexei remained motionless. His clear eyes were still fixed on his father, but the fury from bef