All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Inside the vehicle, no one said much. Alexei drove with both hands firmly on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road, his jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth ached. Every few minutes, he brought a fist to his lips and coughed discreetly — blood, not much, but blood. He wiped it with the back of his hand and kept driving, as if nothing had happened.Lyra noticed. She didn’t say anything, but she observed every movement, every muffled coughing fit. She knew exactly why. The bond. Carla was still fighting for her life on that stretcher, and Alexei was being dragged along with her, his body reacting to his mate’s pain as if it were his own.Beside her, Sasha remained silent. One hand rested on Lyra’s thigh, his fingers absently caressing her knee in a gesture that was both possessive and comforting. It was his way of asking if she was okay without using words. She intertwined her fingers with his, and the silent answer was enough: “I’m fine, I’m here, we’ll make it.”When the car finally

The night passed. Then came the early morning. Then the dawn.And Alexei remained exactly where he was. Sitting beside the bed, one hand gently holding Carla’s, the other resting on the mattress. The monitors now emitted a steady rhythm, her heart beating in a healthy cadence, her breathing returning to normal, a rosy tone slowly beginning to return to her skin. But she was still sleeping.And he hadn’t closed his eyes for even a minute.From time to time, he would simply lean over to brush a strand of hair from her face. Other times, he just watched her chest rise and fall. Breathing. That was all he needed. Breathing.The door opened discreetly, and Alexei didn’t even turn his head. He knew those footsteps.“I brought coffee. And real food.”Sasha entered balancing a tray: black coffee, sandwiches, fruit, a bottle of water, and a huge slice of apple pie. Because he knew Alexei, and he knew he wouldn’t eat unless practically forced.“I’m not hungry.”“I knew you’d say that.” Sasha pl

The smell of rare meat filled the room even before the tray crossed the door.“Thank the gods…” Yuliam practically sighed, already trying to sit up in bed.The nurse raised an eyebrow, her fingers firm on the tray.“The doctor said slowly. Gradual recovery.”“I am going slow. This is my normal speed.”She looked at the vampire, who was already sitting up, his eyes shining with anticipation.“That’s not slow. That’s a man who should be lying down.”“For a vampire who was almost dead, this is practically a sleepy turtle.”Feliks laughed from the other side of the room. Andrey just shook his head, but there was a contained smile on his lips.“You almost died and you’re still unbearable.”“It’s a natural talent.”From outside, one of the security guards entered with two more trays, balancing them carefully.“Orders from Mr. Sasha. He said to feed the patient well.”Yuliam opened a smile, his light eyes shining.“I knew I liked him. From the first moment.”“He said you could choose between

The laboratory had been silent for hours. The only sounds were the constant hum of the computers, the slow turning of pages in ancient books, and the occasional scratch of a pen on a notepad.Outside, night was falling once again over Moscow, but Pavel barely noticed the passage of time.He ran his tired fingers over his eyes. The cup of coffee beside him had gone cold long ago, forgotten next to three other equally empty ones. Two lines of research completely occupied his attention. The first was relatively simple: the scent described by Sasha—wet earth, ancient moss, cedar, pine, burnt sage, resinous incense. The second… was anything but simple. The brooch.The small metal piece remained under a powerful magnifying lens, illuminated by an intense white light that left no detail unnoticed. Pavel observed it for the hundredth time. He rotated it, measured it, weighed it, scanned it with every piece of equipment available in the laboratory.Nothing. Absolutely nothing.No inscriptions,

That afternoon, the two of them were sitting together on the bed — she leaning against his chest, absently leafing through a romance novel Susan had brought — while Alexei slowly stroked her hair, his fingers tracing soft circles on her scalp. His phone vibrated on the nightstand.He looked at the screen. The smile disappeared.Carla noticed immediately, her body tensing.“Did something happen?”He remained looking at the number for a few seconds. He knew that phone.“I’ll be right back. It’s an important call.”He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering a second longer.“Don’t run away.”She smiled — a weak but genuine smile.“I can barely walk. I’m not going anywhere.”“Excellent argument. I’m going to use that against you in the future.”He left the room, carefully closing the door behind him. Only then did he answer, bringing the phone to his ear.“Hello?”On the other end, a feminine voice already marked by age answered softly.“Alexei… I’m glad you picked up. I thought a lot bef