All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

September 15 — TuesdayAlexei parked the black BMW in front of the hospital a few minutes before eight in the morning. The engine was still purring softly while he checked the passenger seat for the third time: a thermal tray, two coffees, two still-warm croissants, orange juice, and a small box of colorful macarons.“Shift.” The Lycan’s voice sounded resigned. “She’s going to come out with that face that says she forgot the world exists.”“I know.” Alexei smiled, his eyes fixed on the hospital door. “It’s the twenty-four-hour shift face.”“She even forgot her own birthday. She hasn’t mentioned the date once.”“Better that way. The surprise is going to be perfect.”And it was working. Susan had managed to keep the secret, Marina had managed, even Dmitry — the man who couldn’t lie to his own wife — had managed. A true miracle of family cooperation. His phone vibrated on the dashboard.Sasha: “Mission accomplished. Lyra already confirmed. We’ll be there at seven.”Alexei replied immedia

“I imagined it. From the day I left his property.”“I also imagined this day would come.” Anatolie placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, the gesture heavy with meaning. “For years, I was afraid. Afraid you would leave, afraid of losing you, afraid of dividing our family again.” His voice grew lower, rougher. “So I hid that possibility. I thought I was protecting you. Maybe I was protecting myself.”Alexei remained silent, but his eyes held no accusation — only listening.“Today I understand that would have been selfish. And I have already been selfish for far too long.” Anatolie took a deep breath before concluding: “The decision is yours. If you want to get to know the Demidovs, do it. If you want to spend time with Boris, spend it. If you want to understand who your mother was on that side of the family, understand. I will not stand in your way. Never again.”Alexei remained motionless for several seconds, processing every word. Then he smiled faintly — a small, melancholic, but real

The corridors of the mansion seemed endless. Alexei walked with quick steps, the small glass container firmly held between his fingers. Inside it, the partially bitten brigadeiro, almost insignificant, too small to carry the chaos that had just destroyed the happiest night they had lived in weeks.The laughter, the wine, Carla’s smile, everything evaporated in a matter of seconds.The Lycan remained silent.Not due to lack of thoughts, but because all the attention of both was focused on a single presence. Carla. She was still alive, the bond said so, pulsing weakly, oscillating, but still existing, like a flame that refused to go out.“Breathe…” Alexei closed his eyes for a second while walking, his boots echoing on the stone floor. “Breathe, love. You promised. You promised you would stay with me. That you wouldn’t leave me.”The connection between them responded only with a distant sensation.Pain. A lot of pain. A pain that burned, that corroded, that spread through the body like

Andrey hated observation missions.He had been standing almost motionless for nearly two hours among the snow-covered pine trees, without moving a single muscle. The cold didn’t bother him—his hybrid blood kept him warm—but the forced immobility was torture for someone used to action.Beside him, Feliks remained crouched on a thick branch, completely still, his red eyes fixed on the mansion. Higher up, almost invisible among the treetops, Yuliam observed the Rurik property through night-vision binoculars, his enhanced senses catching every movement.Until then, the mission had been simple, even monotonous. After the screams coming from the mansion, it stopped being.Andrey could still hear, in the distance, the intense movement of vehicles arriving, security guards running, orders being shouted, the unmistakable sound of a property on maximum alert. Something very serious had happened inside, and the three hybrids knew they were witnessing the beginning of something much bigger than a

Pavel’s laboratory had never seemed so small.Alexei paced from one side to the other, unable to stay still for more than a few seconds. His hands were still stained with blood—his and Carla’s—mixed in a combination that made him want to punch the nearest wall.But his attention was entirely focused on the scientist, who worked without lifting his eyes from the equipment. His agile fingers adjusted microscopes, centrifuged samples, and noted results. Everything running at once in a low hum.The brigadeiro remained isolated in a glass chamber, Carla’s bite still perfectly visible on the once-innocent sweet.Alexei took a deep breath, and the breath scraped his chest like sandpaper. Soon after, the cough came—violent, uncontrollable. He braced one hand on the counter and the other over his mouth, his body bending forward.“She’s still suffering,” the Lycan spoke softly, his mental voice tense. “The bond is pulling her pain toward us.”Alexei closed his eyes. Another crisis, his entire b