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All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

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Chapter 81 — The Truths That Remained Buried

Morning dawned silently at the Rurik mansion. Snow covered the garden, the tree branches carried small white layers, and the world seemed frozen in a kind of artificial calm. But Alexei knew that some storms did not need thunder to exist — some began inside one’s own head, silent and devastating.He stood in front of the living room window, a forgotten cup of coffee between his fingers, staring at nothing. For the first time in a long while, he was not running from a question. He was going after it.“You’re going there.”Dmitry’s voice came from behind him, calm and controlled as always. Alexei did not turn around.“You have the terrible habit of appearing without making a sound. You should wear a bell.”“And you have the terrible habit of thinking no one notices when you’re planning to solve everything alone. It’s a pattern.”Alexei let out a sigh, bringing the cup to his lips and making a face. The coffee was already cold.“Sasha already used that argument yesterday. In the garage.

Chapter 82 — What My Mother Knew

The sheet trembled slightly between Alexei’s fingers. Not because he was afraid — at least that was what he wanted to believe. But there was something in that handwriting, in the ink already worn by time, in the simple fact of holding a part of his mother after twenty-eight years, that made his chest tighten in a way no battle had ever managed.Ulyana. The handwriting was hers. He would recognize it anywhere — from the photographs he had received in the mysterious box, from the contact notebook he still kept in the office.He took a deep breath before lowering his eyes to the paper. The lines were short, interrupted, like notes made in a hurry by someone who had little time. It was not a letter; it seemed more like a desperate attempt to record a thought before it disappeared.“If one day he discovers…”“Do not let them choose for him.”“Do not try to separate what was born united.”The last line ended abruptly, the ink failing at the end as if the writing had been interrupted before

Chapter 83 — The Woman Before the Secret

Alexei remained standing. The sheet was still in his hands, and his mother’s words remained engraved in his mind. “Do not let them choose for him,” “Do not try to separate what was born united.”He had never imagined that searching for his mother would mean discovering mysteries about himself. For years, all he had wanted to know about Ulyana was who she was. And only in that moment did he realize he had been so buried in himself that he had forgotten his original desire. He wanted to know a person he never had the chance to know. His mother.Boris watched his grandson in silence. There was no hurry in his eyes. For many years, he had not been trying to decide how much Alexei could handle. He was simply waiting for him to ask. And Alexei asked, his voice coming out quieter than he intended:“Who was she?”It was not a question about her death, not about the secret she kept, not about what she knew regarding the being he carried. It was about her — the person, the woman, the daughter B

Chapter 84 — I Inherited More from Her Than I Thought

Alexei and Dmitry arrived at the Rurik mansion shortly before lunch. Snow continued to cover the garden, reflecting the pale winter light, and the property seemed strangely peaceful after everything that had happened in those days.Alexei got out of the car without saying anything, hands in the pockets of his overcoat. Dmitry closed the door behind him and observed his brother for a few seconds.“You’re quiet.”“I’m thinking.”“That’s usually dangerous.”Alexei cast a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised.“For you or for me?”“For everyone. Especially the furniture.”A small smile appeared on Alexei’s face. It was not happiness — genuinely happy Alexei seemed like a rare disease — but there was something different about him, a lightness that had not existed when they left. Dmitry noticed. He did not comment. The two entered the mansion.Lunch took place almost in silence. Alexei ate more than he normally would when he was worried — Marina, satisfied, filled his plate twice — but he see

Chapter 85 — Just Because I Wanted To

Alexei remained looking at Carla for a few seconds. There was something strange about that feeling — it was not euphoria, not explosive happiness. It was simply peace. A sensation so unusual in recent months that it almost seemed suspicious.He tilted his head slightly, his eyes still fixed on her.“You know something?”“What?”“I think I forgot what it’s like to be in a place without waiting for something to happen. Without waiting for the next attack, the next revelation, the next crisis.”Carla frowned, the pen still between her fingers.“Are you serious?”“Unfortunately. It’s pathetic, I know.”She smiled — a small, understanding smile.“It’s not pathetic, but maybe it’s time to learn again. To relearn how to be at peace.”With Alexei, however, peace was not the same as standing still.He looked around the room. He had put on soft music — an old jazz that Dmitry hated — the bioethanol fireplace spread a discreet warmth through the space, and the late-afternoon light crossed the ti

Chapter 86 — My Solnyshko

Carla was still smiling when she pulled Alexei by the collar of his shirt and pressed her lips to his.The kiss started slow, almost lazy, as if they had all the time in the world — and for the first time in weeks, they did. But it soon changed pace. His mouth moved over hers with a hunger she knew well, that hunger that appeared when Alexei finally allowed himself to feel pleasure without guilt.His hands found her waist and squeezed tightly, fingers closing over the bare skin the cropped top left exposed. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and sat her on the billiard table, the green felt contrasting with the warm tone of her skin.“Are you going to distract me from the game?” He murmured against her lips, his hands already sliding along her waist, rising slowly over the exposed skin of her top.“You were already losing anyway.”“That’s debatable. The match wasn’t over yet.”“Of course not. You always have an excuse.”“Always.” Alexei kissed the corner of her mouth, then her ja

Chapter 87 — I Don’t Want to Leave

Alexei gripped Carla’s thighs tightly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pulled her toward him with every thrust. His pants were still caught around his waist, lowered only enough not to hurt her.He hadn’t had the patience to take everything off — not when she was there, open and wet on the billiard table.“You’re so fucking hot.” He murmured, his voice hoarse, eyes fixed on her body. “So perfect. I can’t stop looking.”“Then look.” She rested her feet on the edge of the table, legs still spread. “Look at what you do to me.”He obeyed. He lowered his eyes and watched himself enter and leave her — the thick cock disappearing into her shaved, soaked pussy, stretched by his girth.The sight was obscene — her warm brown skin contrasting with his lighter tone, her lips wrapping completely around him, the shine of the wetness running down, and the wet sounds echoing through the room, accompanied by the moans she let out without any shame.“Fuck…” He ran his tongue over his lips

Chapter 88 — You Are Ours

Alexei continued the slow back-and-forth, feeling every contraction of Carla around his cock. Her legs remained closed, the inner muscles squeezing him in a way that made him see stars, and he kept the controlled rhythm with a superhuman effort.His forehead was still pressed against hers, their breaths mixing, and he kissed every centimeter of her face he could reach — her eyelids, the tip of her nose, the flushed cheeks.“You’re holding back.” She murmured, her voice weak, eyes half-closed. “I can feel it. You’re trembling all over.”“I’m holding back because I don’t want it to end.” He nipped her earlobe, his voice hoarse and low. “I want to stay inside you as long as I can. You make me feel complete in a way nothing else does. Every time I enter you, the outside world disappears.”“And what if I say I can’t take slow anymore?” She dug her nails into his arms, scratching the skin, leaving red marks. “What if I want hard? Fast? Until I can’t walk anymore?”Alexei laughed — a low, da

Chapter 89 — The Woman My Father Loved

The library of the Rurik mansion was silent that Sunday.Anatolie was sitting in one of the armchairs near the window, and Demyan was asleep in his lap. The little boy was completely surrendered to sleep, one hand closed over his grandfather’s shirt while his head rested against his chest. Anatolie held an open book with one hand, the other resting on his grandson’s back in a protective, instinctive gesture.Alexei stopped at the entrance of the library and watched the scene for a few seconds. There was something in that image that held him. Perhaps the tranquility, perhaps the naturalness with which his father held his grandson, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.“You’re telling war stories to put a child to sleep?”Anatolie raised his eyes from the book, and a discreet smile appeared on his face.“He likes the parts where the wolves win. He always asks me to repeat those.”“So you’re omitting some parts.”“He’s two years old. He doesn’t need to know that the wolves don’t

Chapter 90 — I Met My Mother

“When you were born, I already knew your mother well. I already knew how she was, how she thought, how she reacted. But when I started observing you, I noticed small things that made me remember her.”“What things?”“The way of tilting your head when you didn’t believe someone. The way you frowned when you were trying to understand something complicated, even the way of staying silent when you were irritated. She did exactly the same.”Alexei breathed slowly, processing every word.“I did that? As a child?”“A lot. Since you were a baby.”“And Dmitry? Did he also resemble her?”Anatolie smiled, and this time the smile was different. Lighter.“Dmitry was always different. He was more like me. Quieter, more calculating.”Alexei made an expression of displeasure. Anatolie laughed.“You and your mother were more alike. Both of you questioned everything, both of you provoked everyone, both of you hid what you felt behind jokes.”Alexei looked at him for a moment, and then asked the questio

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