《The Lycan’s Fated Mate》全部章節：第 221 章 - 第 230 章

The hours passed between appointments, medical charts, and small coffee breaks. Shortly after noon, her cell phone vibrated.Lex 🐺: “Did you get there safely?”She looked at the screen, then at the four men discreetly spread out along the hospital corridor. She typed:“I got here. Your men are very efficient. They even searched the cabinet in the exam room.”Less than five seconds later another message arrived.Lex 🐺: “Did you have lunch?”She took a deep breath.“Not yet.”Lex 🐺: “Have lunch.”“Yes, sir.”The reply came almost immediately.Lex 🐺: “Funny. Send me a photo of the plate.”She smiled without realizing it, her fingers still hovering over the screen. The nurse beside her noticed.“The boyfriend?”Carla slipped the phone into the pocket of her lab coat.“Uh-huh.”“Did you fight? You two seemed so glued together last week…”She thought for a moment. Then she glanced discreetly at the security guards again. One was positioned near the window, another close to the door, and

September 9 — Early AfternoonShortly after lunch, because Carla had the rare opportunity to sleep in after three consecutive shifts, she was crossing the hall when she found Sasha talking to one of the staff members in a low voice.The moment he saw her, he immediately stopped the conversation, which was suspicious in itself.“Carla!” he exclaimed, with far too much enthusiasm. “Exactly the person I wanted to see.”“Hi…” She slowed her steps, narrowing her eyes. “What do you want?”“Answer me one thing. Quick. Without thinking too much.”“Depends on the question.”“Do you know how to make brigadeiros?”She blinked, processing the abrupt change of subject.“I do… it’s basically condensed milk and chocolate. Why?”“How many?”“How many… what?”“Brigadeiros. How many can you make? In one day? With unlimited resources?”“Sasha… why would I make brigadeiros? For what?”“Fifty?” He widened his eyes, making a horrified face. “Who said fifty? Fifty is an exaggeration. Absurd. No one needs fi

September 9, Night - Rurik MansionThe Rurik mansion had already sunk into silence.Susan had put Demyan to bed a little over an hour ago, after reading three stories and humming an old song that her own mother used to sing. Carla and Alexei had also retired.Dmitry observed everything from the second-floor veranda. The cold of the night did not bother him. It never had. His Lycan skin barely registered the negative temperature, and the wind blowing from the gardens only tousled his dark hair.Some answers, however… those still bothered him.Slow footsteps approached. He did not need to look to know who it was. He recognized the rhythm of that gait since childhood, the slight drag of the right foot that Anatolie had developed after waking from the coma.“Didn’t you manage to sleep?” Dmitry asked, without taking his eyes off the snow.Anatolie stopped beside him, resting his aged hands on the stone railing.“I haven’t slept properly in years. Since before the coma, actually.”Dmitry le

Carla aligned his member against her wet entrance, feeling the hot, throbbing tip press exactly where she wanted it most. For a moment, she allowed herself to simply feel it. The heat radiating from him, the anticipation pulsing in the air, his clear eyes fixed on hers as if she were the most important thing in the universe.Then she sank down.Slowly. Inch by inch. Every fraction of movement was delicious torture, her inner muscles adapting to the invasion, embracing him with an intimacy that never ceased to surprise her. Alexei groaned — a deep, husky sound that seemed to come from the depths of his chest — and Carla saw his fangs lengthen slightly, his eyes sparking in a blue so clear they looked silver under the fireplace light.“Our female receiving us.” The Lycan’s voice echoed in Alexei’s mind, but Carla felt it through the bond like a satisfied growl. “So tight… So hot… perfect.”“Perfect,” Alexei repeated out loud, his hands on her waist squeezing with possessive strength, pu

Susan turned her eyes back to Alexei and discreetly winked at him.“You’re in a really good mood today, huh?”“Excellent reasons.” He returned the wink, a crooked smile on his lips.“I can imagine.” Susan gave a half-smile. “Then enjoy it.”“I intend to. All day long.”Dmitry observed the exchange of glances between the two, his forehead slightly furrowed.“What did I miss?”“Nothing.” Susan answered immediately, her voice innocent.“Absolutely nothing.” Alexei confirmed, but the smile on his face said otherwise.“Hmm.” Dmitry took a sip of coffee. “I don’t like it when you two say that.”“Neither do I.” Susan agreed, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “But everything will be fine.”“I hope so. By my calculations, Sasha is involved.”Alexei rested his arm on his brother’s shoulder, leaning in with complicity.“Relax. What could possibly go wrong with Sasha involved?”“Do you want the list in alphabetical order or chronological order?”“Funny guy.”“I learned from you.”Marina placed a