Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Kabanata 291 - Kabanata 300

The earth covered the last empty space, and Alexei remained still before the grave, watching as the men finished settling the soil over Boris’s body. There was no fire to consume his flesh, nor ashes to be carried by the wind.Among the Lycans, the earth received that which belonged to the earth, and that was how it should be.The torches continued to burn around the place, casting shadows over the snow, and the Moon remained high, silent, witnessing the end of the Crossing. Alexei lowered his eyes for a few seconds, feeling the weight of the moment settle on his shoulders.Beside him, Dmitry remained silent, his expression grave. Susan discreetly held Carla’s hand, and Anatolie watched the grave with eyes fixed on the freshly turned earth. Further back, Andrei, Feliks, and Yulian stayed together, the three still carrying on their faces the pain of those who had just lost the man who had raised them.No one was in a hurry to leave. The silence stretched on, respectful and deep, and Al

The afternoon had already begun when Alexei returned to the office.Carla had insisted that he eat something during lunch, and he obeyed—more or less. He ate enough so that she could not accuse him of ignoring basic needs, and returned to the room as soon as they finished.Now, a few hours later, the table was covered with documents: maps, reports, old clan records, information on territorial movements, names, addresses, photographs, and an absurd amount of notes that were beginning to occupy even the spaces where the bottles of drink normally sat.The room was silent. Alexei preferred it that way; he did not need noise, he needed to think. He sat in front of the table and ran his eyes again over the open map before him, his fingers tracing the lines that marked territories and borders.Konstantin was not a man who simply appeared anywhere. He was a Supreme Alpha—he had territory, allies, structure, men, and, above all, years of experience in hiding what he truly did. Alexei would not

Carla was exhausted. It was not just the ordinary tiredness of a long shift — the last few days had been far too heavy, and her body seemed finally to be collecting everything she had been ignoring. She entered the rest room accompanied by her colleague and left her bag on a chair, her shoulders slumped.“I just want to sleep for a few minutes. Before the shift swallows me again.”“Then sleep.” The woman answered with a soft smile. “I’ll stay here and wake you when it’s time.”Carla nodded without questioning. There was no reason to. She had known that woman long enough to trust her. They had shared shifts, conversations, bad coffee, and endless hours inside that hospital.She was just a colleague, a friend, someone Carla would never have imagined needing to distrust.“You’re really very tired.” The woman commented, observing Carla’s pale face.“I am.” Carla sat on the sofa and rested her head against the backrest, closing her eyes. “I think if I close my eyes, I won’t wake up again.”

Alexei only left the woman when he was certain she would not be able to leave the hospital without someone noticing, and then he went to Carla. He found her in one of the rooms reserved for observation, surrounded by a medical team.She remained asleep, her face peaceful, her breathing regular, and for a moment Alexei felt his chest tighten with a mixture of relief and fury. Relief because she was alive, fury because someone had dared to touch her.“Is she all right?” The question came out harsher than he intended.One of the doctors raised her eyes from the chart, her expression professional.“She’s stable. Her vital signs are normal, and there are no signs of neurological complications.”“What happened? What did they give her?”“She was sedated. Someone administered a sedative substance intravenously.”Alexei’s fingers slowly closed at his sides, but his voice remained controlled, almost cold.“Any serious reaction? Anything that could leave aftereffects?”“No. The dose does not app

Louise was led to one of the guest rooms of the Rurik mansion. The security guard opened the door and waited for her to enter, the gesture impersonal.“You can stay here.” The voice was neutral, without threat.She looked at the room, surprised. It was far too comfortable for a prisoner. A large bed, an armchair near the window, a private bathroom, and a small side table. No barred windows, no chains, no handcuffs. But Louise knew that did not mean freedom — it simply meant that Alexei did not consider her dangerous enough for extreme measures.The security guard placed her phone on the table, and she looked at the device.“Can I keep it?”“That’s what Mr. Rurik ordered.” The man answered before leaving.The door closed, and Louise remained still for a few seconds. Only then did she look at her own hand — the fingers were still swollen and purple, hurting badly. She had watched them be broken and put back into place during the interrogation, but she did not care. Not in that moment. T