Semua Bab The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The atmosphere in the room was still impregnated with something silent and powerful when there was a knock at the door. Dmitry raised his gaze, senses on alert. Susan, still close to him, took a step back, not out of fear, but out of instinct.The newly accepted bond was still sensitive.“Dmitry?” Alexei’s familiar voice sounded from the other side, loaded with urgency and a touch of relief. “Open this door before I break it down.”Dmitry snorted, his shoulders still tense despite the momentary calm. With a gesture, he walked to the door and opened it.“You’re alive,” Alexei said as soon as he saw him. “That’s already a good sign.”His younger brother’s eyes quickly scanned the room, landing on Susan with sincere curiosity, but without the usual provocative air. There was respect in his gaze.“Sorry for barging in,” he said, entering slowly. “But after what I heard from the witch, I couldn’t not come straight here.”Susan stared at him, surprised.“You… knew about me?”“Not exactly,”

After lunch, Dmitry decided to take her on a tour of the mansion. She accepted gladly, as she needed to relieve the feeling of having been locked in that room since the beginning of the morning.“Wow…” Susan let out, her eyes scanning every detail with genuine admiration. “This is straight out of a movie. Seriously. I swear I heard a heavenly choir the moment that door opened.”Dmitry let out a low laugh, the deep sound reverberating through the silent space of the library.“It’s the only place in the house where I can think without anyone interrupting me. Not even Natália sets foot in here.” He closed the door behind them, walking slowly toward one of the shelves, his fingers sliding over the dark, polished wood. “Most of the books are in ancient Russian… But there are some treasures in English, French, Latin…”“Do you have any in Portuguese?” she asked, smiling sideways.“Not yet. But I can arrange that.” Dmitry turned, and his eyes were fixed on her, as if it wasn’t the shelves he

Alexei’s private room was a sharp contrast to the rest of the Rurik mansion. Modern, with sober lines, black leather sofas, an entire wall of smoked glass, and a bioethanol fireplace lit more for aesthetics than necessity.The room smelled of polished wood, soft smoke, and aged vodka. A silent refuge in the middle of the chaos surrounding Dmitry.Sasha entered as if he owned the place, unbuttoning his shirt collar while running a hand through his hair. He threw himself into the armchair with the casualness of someone who had been born on a throne.“Did you see that?” His laugh was low, laced with malice. “Dmitry is marked. Down to the bone. That woman… She’s the kind of trouble that dismantles even a king.”Alexei, at the bar, poured two glasses of dark vodka. He didn’t answer right away. When he turned to hand over one of the glasses, his eyes were more serious than usual. Without the sharp humor he normally had, without the sarcasm he usually used to hide what he really felt.“Of co

But, of course, the peace came to an end.“What a wonderful smell…” The voice came out drawn out, mocking.Dmitry clenched his jaw even before Sasha appeared in the doorway arch, with Alexei right behind him, wearing that typical little smile of someone who knew his brother was about to explode.“I was guided by instinct, or by destiny,” Sasha added, entering without being invited. “And look at that… The Predestined in the kitchen. You always surprise me, Susan.”“Sasha,” Susan said, wiping her cheek with the back of her flour-covered hand. “I didn’t know Lycan noses could detect baked goods now.”“It detects everything that’s sweet,” he winked. “But you have a scent that eclipses any cake.”“Kill him. Now.”Dmitry took a deep breath, his eyes on Sasha like two sharp blades.“Get out of the kitchen, Sasha.”“Calm down, brother,” Alexei said, entering with his hands raised. “We’re only here to… taste the cake.”“There’s no cake yet,” Dmitry replied, his tone icy.“But there’s Susan,” S

Susan didn’t move for long seconds.She stood still by the glass pane, observing the reflection of the man who had dragged another out of jealousy, or perhaps pure possessive instinct.Her heart was still hammering in her chest, not because of the scene itself, but because of what it awakened in her.Desire.Fear.Something between fascination and the primitive terror of standing before a force of nature that could, with the same intensity, protect her or destroy her.She felt a shiver run up the back of her neck. But she didn’t run.She didn’t even look away.“He is the living curse of the Lycans. But I am the curse that can destroy him. And yet… I feel safe with him.”A voice whispered inside her.“But would he be capable of loving me? Or does he only want me out of instinct, because of this insane bond that drags us toward each other?”Susan knew what she had done. By accepting the bond, she had interrupted the cycle of madness that her blood caused in his Lycan.She had prevented