All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dmitry watched the building where Susan lived, the car engine turned off, but the tension inside him still pulsing. The street was silent, the urban lights becoming distant blurs under his eyes.There, on that lit floor, she was. Fragile at first glance… But he knew. Susan wasn’t fragile. She was resistance. She was denial. And because of that, she was even more dangerous.She was different.He knew women. He knew the game, the manipulations, the quick or theatrical surrenders. But Susan… Susan faced him with eyes that betrayed her even when her mouth insisted on lying.She challenged him. She made every fiber of his body beg to take her again. And he would. But it wasn’t just her body he desired. It was the whole of her.It was the confusion in her mind, the fear, the shame, the desire she hid so poorly. That was what consumed him.Her.“She’s running from us…”The Lycan’s voice sounded inside his head, lower, but loaded with that animalistic sarcasm, with the malice of someone savori

The VDNH was still buzzing with voices, laughter, and music when Dmitry crossed the main entrance once again. Eyes turned to him like magnets. His aura, previously contained, now exuded a primal power. Even without the explicit scent of sex or marking, the Lycans knew. They always knew.There was nothing left to hide.The simple sight of his hand intertwined with Susan’s as they left the hall had already been a challenge to his union with Natalia. Now, his disappearance for nearly an hour was a direct affront. A declaration that he was no longer hiding anything.On the other side of the hall, Dmitry spotted Aleksandr leaning against the bar, whiskey in hand and a mocking smile on his lips. The look he gave him was one of almost lazy cynicism.“So the ice finally cracked, huh, Dmitry?” Aleksandr murmured as he watched him pass, in a tone too light to be casual.Dmitry didn’t respond. His mood was already hanging by a thread. Leaving Susan alone, even if she was sleeping, caused him dis

Dmitry left the bathroom and picked up his phone from the nightstand. A new message from Alexei was flashing on the screen:"The advisors want to see you. It looks like Natalia ran to open her mouth about the redhead. Careful, they're foaming at the mouth."He snorted, already expecting it."Of course she ran."His voice came out low, loaded with contempt.As he put on his shirt, his fingers brushed against the skin of his neck, where Susan’s scent still marked every pore. It was sweet, warm, unmistakable. The lycan inside him growled in satisfaction, vibrating under his skin."She is ours. No one is going to take her from us.""Let them try."Dmitry no longer argued with him; they were in sync now. Both knew what that woman meant. Fated. Essence. Instinct.Maybe something more, but he still wasn’t ready to name what he felt.He put on his suit jacket, adjusted the buttons with meticulous movements, and left the room with determination. The Council Complex wasn’t far, but every step f

Susan paced back and forth in the spacious room, arms crossed over her chest and bare feet sinking slightly into the fluffy rug over the dark wooden floor. She was nervous, her stomach in knots and her breathing short.The room... It was beautiful. Too big. Too quiet.It looked like something out of a luxury magazine: high ceilings with ornate moldings, crystal chandeliers, heavy curtains in deep wine tones, solid wood furniture with golden details, and an imposing fireplace — ironically unlit.Too beautiful. But empty.Cold. Not in temperature, but in presence, and beyond alone she felt isolated. Watched.She tried looking out the window. From above, she saw the movement of the security men: black uniforms, attentive eyes, rigid posture. Too many guards. All armed. And certainly all Lycans.She stepped back, her heart beating even faster.“I’m not going to be able to get out of here…” she murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her trembling fingers gripped the sheet. “This is a pr

Susan was lying on her side in bed, hugging the pillow tightly against her chest. The soft light from the lamp warmed the room in welcoming tones, but she still felt like a piece out of place in the middle of that silent, strange luxury.A light knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. Before she could answer, the doorknob turned discreetly, and the rigid, elegant figure of a man entered.“Miss Grigorieva,” he said with a polite bow. “My name is Vladimir. Mr. Rurik asked me to deliver this personally.”He approached with a silver cart covered by a glass cloche. When he lifted the lid, a sweet aroma invaded the room: hot chocolate and red berries in layers, wrapped in delicate cream.Beside it, a small buttery tart and a cup of fruit tea.Susan sat up slowly, surprised.“He sent this for me?”“With direct instructions from Chef Marina,” Vladimir replied. “The house’s favorite dessert.” He then tilted his head respectfully. “Excuse me.”He left as silently as he had entered.Susa