All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

The Rurik mansion was silent when they returned. The vehicles crossed the gates and stopped at the side entrance, far from the eyes of anyone who did not need to know what had happened that night.The man captured at the port remained in the back seat of one of the cars, unconscious and handcuffed with silver. The other prisoner, the fanatic they had faced in the clearing, was conscious.The men pulled the fanatic out of the car, and Alexei walked past him without even looking at him.“And the other one?” One of the security guards asked, pointing at the vehicle.Alexei glanced quickly through the glass. The man was still breathing, still alive.“Leave him.” The voice came out cold, indifferent.“Sir?”“If he survives until tomorrow, fine. If he doesn’t survive, also fine.” Alexei was already walking away, and the security guard hesitated before stepping back.Sasha walked beside him, slowly removing his gloves.“You’re being particularly merciful today. I thought you were going to te

Alexei drove in silence, the headlights cutting through the darkness of the forest while the fine snow accumulated on the windshield. In the back seat, the man remained handcuffed, his hands bound behind his body and his wrists marked by the silver.Dmitry sat beside him, and Sasha occupied the front seat. The box remained in the glove compartment, and none of them were talking — there was no need. They had discussed the plan before leaving: Alexei would enter, the prisoner would accompany him to the entrance, his magical signature would open the way, and Dmitry and Sasha would remain at a distance until it became necessary to act. It was simple, at least on paper.Alexei looked in the rearview mirror. The man had his eyes closed, his breathing calm.“Are you sleeping?” Alexei asked, his voice dry.The man’s eyes opened slowly.“No.”“Good. I need you awake.”“Are you nervous?” The man smiled, a smile of pure mockery.Sasha slowly turned his face, and his expression was one of pure di

Alexei did not need to be inside to know that something was wrong. From the moment they had crossed the door of the Nameless Church, he had felt the magic of that place pressing against his body like a second atmosphere—ancient, dense, made of layers upon layers of enchantments. But there was something different now: that sensation of emptiness.The signature Susan had created on the box no longer existed.The Grand Master approached, and everyone fell silent. The ceremony was about to begin. He placed both hands on the box, and the glow ran across the dark wood before disappearing under the metal edges. Nothing. Only emptiness.There was no creature, no body, not even a single feather. The silence that took over the church was absolute, and the Grand Master remained looking inside the box.“Where is it?” The voice came out low, but laden with an authority that made the man who had brought it pale.“I… I don’t know.”“Where is the creature?”“I brought exactly what they handed me. It

Alexei knew before he even crossed the gates. The Rurik mansion was wrong. It was not just the silence—it was the absence of a specific presence. The bond still existed, but Carla was not there.The car had barely stopped in front of the main entrance when Alexei opened the door and got out, his feet sinking into the snow. Dmitry came right behind, followed by Sasha. The Grand Master remained in the second vehicle, escorted by the men who had accompanied them since the Nameless Church, but Alexei had no eyes for him. Not in that moment.He ran.The doors of the mansion were open, and the first corridor revealed the extent of the destruction. Blood—there was blood everywhere. Dark stains covered the marble, bodies of witches were scattered among the destroyed furniture, some still with their hands covered in the runes they had used to attack. Broken glass crunched under his boots, and one wall had been partially destroyed. The metallic smell permeated the air.Alexei stopped for a mome

Carla woke with the feeling that she had forgotten something. It was not pain, although her wrists ached. It was not cold, although the room was cold enough to make her skin prickle. It was something else. An absence.She opened her eyes slowly, and for a few seconds she did not recognize the place. The ceiling was too high, gray, without decoration. A white lamp hung above her, casting a harsh light over the room. There were old walls, peeling in some places, but crossed by recent metal structures. Cables ran along the ceiling, and small cameras were installed in the corners.Carla tried to move, and the restraints tightened around her wrists. She stopped, took a deep breath, and then the memory returned: the mansion, the lights out, Susan, the screams, the corridor, Alexei. No. The copy. His face, his voice, that damned smile.“Son of a bitch...” The word came out low, but it came out.She tried to reach for the bond, searching for Alexei. The answer came weak, distant, but it came.