All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The soft sound of wood crackling in the fireplace filled the vast hall of the mansion. The night stretched cold outside, but inside the warmth was comforting.Susan adjusted the oversized hoodie she was wearing — one of Dmitry’s — inhaling his scent that clung to the fabric.A shiver ran across her skin as she walked in socks over the soft rugs toward the kitchen. She hadn’t been able to sleep while waiting for him, and hunger had no mercy, not even at that hour.When she returned with a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, her steps slowed until they almost stopped.Dmitry was at the main entrance door, his broad shoulders tense beneath the black coat, as if he still carried the weight of the looming war. Alexei was beside him, but he was the first to notice her presence.“Well, that’s my cue,” he said, adjusting his scarf with a half-smile. “If this turns into supernatural pornography, I refuse to be an eyewitness.”Without waiting for a reply, Alexei disappeared down the corridor, wh

Susan woke up slowly, feeling the warmth of a strong, solid body beside her. Still sleepy, she opened her eyes and came face to face with Dmitry’s bare chest, rising and falling in a slow rhythm.The soft sheet covered them both up to the waist, and for a moment she simply stayed there, listening to the calm sound of his breathing.At some point he had carried her to the bedroom.His white lashes fluttered slightly before his blue eyes opened, finding hers immediately. A small, lazy smile curved his lips.“Good morning, kotenok (kitten),” he murmured, his morning voice hoarse and sending a shiver down Susan’s spine.She smiled shyly, feeling her cheeks flush.“Good morning…” she replied softly.They stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the comfortable laziness that hung between them, until Dmitry stretched out his arm and gently pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together in a possessive but affectionate way.“I don’t want to get up,” he murmured against her hair.“Me ne

She walked through the corridors, feeling the invisible weight of eyes upon her.Security was everywhere. Discreet, but alert.Susan noticed how their gazes hardened if she changed direction, how even a simple sigh from her seemed to make the men around her tense up.“They’re on alert… Because of me. Because of him.”When she reached the private dining room, Dmitry was already waiting for her, standing beside the round table. His black shirt had the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing part of the controlled strength that emanated from him even in the smallest gestures.His blue eyes captured her the moment she entered.“Susan.” His deep voice wrapped around her, more like a caress than a call.She gave a small smile and approached, always with that serenity that hid a sharp spark of awareness.Dmitry pulled out the chair for her — a gesture that might have seemed old-fashioned to many, but in his hands felt like a silent declaration: You are my priority here.“Thank you,” Sus

While the mansion seemed submerged in a forced tranquility, with security tightening the corridors and Dmitry still secluded with Susan, that afternoon Svetlana moved with silent elegance behind the scenes.Natália’s personal advisor had dedicated years to the art of discreet manipulation, and now, more than ever, she knew every step needed to be calculated.Inside Natália’s private quarters, illuminated only by light filtered through heavy curtains, Svetlana approached the young, rejected wife, who was staring at her own reflection in the mirror.“He won’t be able to maintain this farce forever, Natália,” Svetlana said in a low voice, with the confidence of someone who had already convinced queens to move armies. “A creature like that…” Her lips curved into a cold smile. “Does not belong in this place. In our world.”Natália lifted her chin with haughtiness, but her eyes sparkled with hatred.“I’ve already begun the preparations,” she said in a conspiratorial tone. “Some of the maids

The fireplace crackled softly, spreading a comforting warmth through the room decorated with cold marble, ancient tapestries, and the discreet aroma of dried flowers. Svetlana, impeccable in her pearl-gray dress, reviewed some confidential reports with a glass of red wine within reach.The door opened hesitantly. One of her trusted men entered, his face pale, eyes wide, as if he had just seen death itself.Svetlana slowly raised her gaze. She placed the crystal pen calmly on the desk and crossed her legs with the grace of a queen on her throne.“I hope you have a very good reason for interrupting my evening,” she said, her voice like silk over blades.The guard swallowed hard, stopping a few steps from the desk.“M-Madam… There was a problem. Two of our… envoys… have disappeared.”She raised an eyebrow, unhurried.“Disappeared?” she repeated, slowly swirling the glass between her fingers. “Or were they eliminated?”The man hesitated. The silence stretched for painful seconds.“One of