《The Lycan’s Fated Mate》全部章節：第 211 章 - 第 220 章

Alexei adjusted the temperature almost automatically. He didn’t even need to think — his fingers found the exact point Carla preferred.She watched him in silence, leaning against the doorframe. There was something deeply intimate about the simplicity of those gestures. No war, no politics, no clans. Just a man preparing a bath for the woman he loved, testing the water with his hand to make sure it wasn’t too hot.When he finished, he walked back to her. He stopped very close, slowly, as if he still needed to confirm that she was really there. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face, then touched her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. Every touch was a silent check, a reaffirmation.Carla smiled with tenderness.“You’re still checking to see if I’m whole.”Alexei let out a slow breath.“I am. I can’t help it.”She didn’t complain. There was no reason to.Because she understood the fear that still pulsed weakly through the bond, the almost obsessive need to confirm that she was

The sound of hot water filling the bathtub was the only noise besides their breathing, a liquid melody that filled the silence without demanding anything in return.Carla slowly turned to Alexei. He stood in front of her, shoulders slumped, his dress shirt stained with dried blood and dirt, his blond hair dull from accumulated dust.He looked exhausted. He looked like a man who had carried the weight of the world on his back and had finally set it down, but still felt the marks on his shoulders.She reached out to the buttons of his shirt.“Let me take care of you.”Alexei didn’t protest.He didn’t make a joke, didn’t look away, didn’t try to convince her that he was fine.He simply remained still while her fingers slowly unbuttoned each one, one by one, revealing the warm skin beneath the stained fabric.“You’re too quiet,” she murmured, pushing the shirt off his shoulders. The fabric fell to the floor with a muffled sound. “That scares me more than anything.”“I’m tired,” he replied

The door to Alexei’s private office closed behind him with a soft click. Inside, the silence was absolute.He placed the box on the dark wooden desk and took a deep breath before opening the lid again. Now without interruptions, without anyone watching, without haste.Photograph by photograph. Document by document. Each page seemed to tear away another piece of the image he had built of his own mother throughout his entire life — a vague, incomplete image, based on silences and half-truths.She looked happy. Vibrant. Full of life. Very different from the woman who existed only in the few fragmented memories from his childhood.Until he found a small black notebook hidden beneath the larger documents. It wasn’t a diary; it looked more like a contact book, the kind important people used to keep records of allies and enemies.Each page contained names, phone numbers, and small handwritten notes. Councilors, Alphas, clan leaders, members of the Lycan Council.Alexei slowly turned the page

Teams rotated at the cameras, others organized patrol schedules, while a silent tension seeped into every room and every corridor.But for Alexei, all that movement was just noise.He remained in the monitoring room, his eyes fixed on the screens. Dozens of cameras displayed different angles of the property — the main gate, the gardens, the corridors, the entrance to the underground level — while another screen remained frozen exactly on the segment where the footage had been tampered with. The moment the box appeared. Or rather, the moment someone made it disappear.Alexei ran his fingers through his hair and zoomed in on the segment again. Nothing. No shadow, no reflection, no blur. Whoever did this knew security systems. Very well.The door opened behind him.“I knew you’d still be here.”Alexei recognized the voice before he even turned. Susan entered carrying two steaming mugs, wearing a beige cardigan over a simple wool dress. Her red hair was tied in a thick braid over her shou

Alexei had already lost count of how many calls he had made that morning. The old notebook remained open on his desk, the yellowed pages displaying dozens of names, handwritten phone numbers, and small notes written in an elegant handwriting — certainly belonging to the administration of the old Demidov mansion.Alexei picked up the cell phone again and dialed another number.The ringtone sounded three times before the automatic message: “The number called is unavailable.” He hung up.He took a deep breath. He called another. Voicemail. Another. Non-existent number. Another. Nothing. Another. Deactivated.He ran his hand through his hair, his fingers pulling the blond strands with growing frustration.“Let’s go…” he murmured, flipping another page.Another number. It rang once, twice, three, four. When he was about to hang up, there was a click. Then silence. And a low breath, almost imperceptible.Alexei straightened his posture in the chair, senses on alert.“Hello?”On the other si