Todos os capítulos de The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Capítulo 321 - Capítulo 330

The room was cold. It wasn't the cold of winter seeping through the walls of the Rurik mansion—it was another kind of cold, the kind that seemed to come from Alexei himself. Black smoke spread across the floor like a slow tide, climbing up the legs of the chair where the Grand Master was restrained, rippling around Alexei's body like a second skin that no longer retreated.The man was breathing with difficulty. Blood ran from his nose, from a cut in his eyebrow, from the corner of his mouth—but he was still smiling. Alexei stood in front of him, violet eyes glowing in the dimness, hands stained with blood. He did not move. He merely watched, and that was worse than any blow."You feel it, don't you?" the Grand Master asked, his voice hoarse.Alexei did not answer, and the man's bloodied smile widened."She's suffering right now." He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with a fanaticism that had not diminished. "You can feel every spasm, every wave of fear, but you don't know where it's

The Rurik mansion still smelled of blood. There were no longer bodies scattered throughout the corridors. Marina and Vladimir had organized a team to wash the marble and collect the shattered glass, but the smell remained—embedded in the walls, the carpets, and the cold air coming through the broken windows.Alexei was in the war room, with maps, aerial photographs, old records of Vyborg, and sketches of the Krestov sanatorium spread across the table. He knew they wouldn't have time to plan every move—Carla was suffering, and every minute spent preparing was another minute in which Konstantin was trying to break her. But he also knew that going in without a strategy meant dying before they ever reached her.Dmitry stood beside him, while Sasha studied one of the maps with his arms crossed. Susan was closer to the window, her eyes lost in the snow-covered garden, but the tension in her shoulders betrayed the fact that she was listening to every word.That was when the doors to the room

Carla no longer knew which sound was more constant: the hum of the lights or her own breathing.The sanatorium was a silence that wasn't silence—it was a corridor of muffled noises, footsteps that never came close enough, doors opening and closing somewhere in the distance. She was in the basement, and the basement didn't allow anyone outside to hear anything.Not even her own screams."Have you noticed how the bond reacts to fear?"Konstantin stood before her, a syringe in his hand, his cold eyes moving across Carla's face as if he were studying a laboratory specimen. She was restrained on a gurney, her hands bound, her legs immobilized. Her entire body hurt, but the deepest pain wasn't physical—it was the feeling that something inside her was slowly being erased."Go to hell." Carla muttered, her voice hoarse."You've already sent me to hell three times." Konstantin replied calmly. "I'm starting to think you're not very creative."He approached, and the needle touched Carla's skin.

Alexei advanced down the corridor before the creature could react. The first blow came charged with black smoke, his arms overtaken by claws that belonged to more than just the Lycan—they were extensions of their primordial side, sharp as blades and alive like darkness itself. Alexei's right hand grew, the fingers stretching longer, and the smoke covered his arms like living armor, pulsing to the rhythm of the rage burning in his chest.The creature dodged with agility identical to his own, and Alexei felt the air shift as the blow grazed the wall. The impact tore pieces of concrete away, which fell to the floor in a cloud of dust."You're slower than I imagined." The creature said, and the voice was Alexei's. The same timbre, the same provocation, the same venom."And you're stupider than you look." Alexei replied, and attacked again.The creature blocked, and the collision between the two made the entire corridor tremble. Alexei realized then what made it so dangerous: it wasn't jus

As soon as the cars stopped in front of the entrance to the Rurik mansion, Alexei got out of the vehicle with Carla in his arms, his feet sinking into the accumulated snow.Susan came right behind him, her hands still covered in the blood she had helped staunch, and together they crossed the hall like a storm. Marina appeared in the corridor, bringing her hands to her mouth when she saw Carla unconscious, but she said nothing—she simply stepped aside to clear the way.The mansion's medical wing was already prepared.The doctors and nurses were waiting at the entrance, and the gurney was brought out urgently. Alexei placed Carla on it with a gentleness that contrasted with the blood still covering him, and the team immediately took command of the situation."Sedation now." Igor's voice sounded firm, and a syringe was prepared.Alexei stood beside the gurney, his violet eyes fixed on Carla's pale face. He did not move when the nurses began cutting away her clothes, did not react when th