Todos os capítulos de The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Capítulo 331 - Capítulo 340

The news arrived with the wind of the early morning in Ireland.Nikandr Velesov was sitting in his favorite armchair, in front of the blazing fireplace, when the soldier appeared at the library door. He didn't need to look at him to know it was bad news. The spies he kept close to Konstantin only came in person when the matter was serious.The estate was old and remote, surrounded by forests and silence. Nikandr had lived there in seclusion for the past few years, with few servants and one loyal companion: Andrei, the butler who had been by his side since his youth. It had been the only life he considered worthy after his son had become what he was."Speak." Nikandr's voice came out low, but carried the weight of a man who was no longer frightened by pain.The soldier hesitated for a moment, his eyes lowered."Sir... Alpha Konstantin is dead."Nikandr did not move. The fire crackled, and shadows danced across his aged face."How?" The question came without emotion, as though he had ex

Andrei drove in silence, his eyes fixed on the snow-covered road. Feliks sat in the passenger seat, his arms crossed, his expression grim. Yuliam occupied the back seat, his mind lost in thoughts he didn't want to name.He had learned, over the past few months, that the Rurik mansion had a different smell from any other place. It wasn't merely the scent of old wood and a burning fireplace — it was the smell of a territory that had never been completely invaded, even when war came knocking at its door. There, the air carried a strange sense of permanence, of resistance.But that day, when the three brothers passed through the gates, there was something else hanging in the air: mourning, tension, and a fragile calm, as though the entire house were holding its breath."Do you think she's okay?" Yuliam asked, breaking the silence."She survived." Andrei replied, his voice low. "That's what matters.""Surviving and being okay are two different things." Feliks murmured, and Yuliam slowly no

The week passed faster than Carla expected, and each day was a small battle against her own body.The nurses came three times a day to change her bandages, apply ointments, and perform mobility exercises that hurt more than she allowed them to show. Her fingers still wouldn't obey — sometimes they trembled, sometimes they simply refused to close, and Carla was slowly learning a new way to hold things.The glass with both hands. The fork resting against the edge of the plate. The pencil held between her knuckles because the fine pincer grip no longer worked.Alexei was always nearby. He didn't make a fuss, he didn't treat her as helpless, but he also didn't let her pretend that everything was fine. Whenever she tried to hold something and failed, he would simply extend his hand and say:"Let me help you."And Carla resisted at first. Then she accepted. And eventually, she began to understand that it wasn't defeat — it was simply what love did when someone could no longer do something o

After breakfast, her and Alexei's bedroom had become a true atelier. The antechamber was covered with dresses, but these weren't ordinary dresses — they were pieces of supernatural haute couture, sent by Nikandr Velesov as part of the preparations for the ceremony.Each one had been chosen exclusively for Carla, and each carried symbols and fabrics belonging to the bloodlines Alexei was now uniting under a single throne.Susan was sitting on the sofa with Demyan in her lap, while Carla stood in front of the full-length mirror, wearing what had already become her favorite choice.The dress was blue — not an ordinary blue, but a deep and intense shade, the color of the sky before a storm, with silver reflections that caught the fireplace light as though the fabric were made of stars. Blue belonged to the Ruriks, the house that had welcomed her; silver belonged to the Demidovs, Ulyana and Boris's bloodline. Across it, silver threads and dark crystals formed patterns that looked like inte

He felt her insides tighten around his fingers, and their thought surfaced in a whisper."She's close. Make her squirt. Bathe us.""Come." Alexei said against her, his mouth still working. "Come for us, solnyshko. Wet us. We want everything."Her small body trembled, and she squirted over him, a hot gush wetting his face and running down his neck and chest, soaking the bed. Alexei drank what he could, his mouth still pressed firmly against her, and lifted his eyes to watch Carla through her final spasms, his fingers still inside her, prolonging her pleasure to the limit of sensitivity.When the trembling finally subsided, he moved up over her body, spreading kisses, licks, and marks over every inch his mouth could reach.His erection brushed against Carla's stomach, and her hands came to him. Her small, delicate fingers touched him, and Alexei moaned at the slightest contact."Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He murmured against her forehead. "One touch from you and I forget h