All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The surgical room in the medical wing of the Rurik mansion was immersed in cutting tension. The white lights reflected off the steel instruments, and the monitors emitted irregular beeps that seemed to mock the urgency.“Blood pressure 90 over 60. Unstable heart rate. Active bleeding in the right hepatic lobe,” reported the head nurse, her gloves already darkened with blood.Doctor Igor parted the tissue with precision, his eyes narrowed at the scene.“The blade’s path was irregular. It caught part of the rectus abdominis, but the most critical damage is to the liver. Prepare magical compresses with a regeneration seal. We have a partial perforation and secondary bleeding.”“Hepatic suture immediately. Let’s stabilize the pressure. Maintain blood flow and prepare drainage. No infection is getting in here today.”***Outside, Dmitry paced like a caged beast. His steps echoed in the cold corridor while the bond with Susan remained tenuous, fragile, but alive.Inside him, the Lycan spoke

Moscow had a gray sky that morning, and the Rurik mansion was wrapped in a tense silence, as if even the walls were awaiting the outcome of the impending storm.Security was on full alert. Gates sealed by runes, surveillance doubled, direct orders from Dmitry that no one was to enter or leave.It was in this scenario that Sasha Volkov arrived.The black SUV stopped in front of the main entrance, and the freezing air was cut by the heavy creak of the armored door opening.Sasha got out with his shoulders covered by a dark leather jacket, his dark brown hair tied in a loose bun, and his amber eyes lit up like beacons of contained fury.Two guards tried to block him.“Orders for isolation, Mr. Volkov. Not even high-level visi—”“I am not a visitor,” Sasha cut in, his tone low and dangerous. “I am the damn hunter who came to help track down the rats hiding in your walls.”His aura imposed itself, dense and lupine. The guards recoiled by pure instinct.Alexei was already waiting for him at

The path to the basement of the Rurik mansion was cold and windowless. A corridor of dark stone, impregnated with anti-espionage runes and ancient enchantments, designed for a single purpose: interrogation without mercy.Alexei and Sasha opened the heavy doors of enchanted metal. The room was empty except for three restraint chairs. Each one reinforced with silver rings, runic chains, and stakes sealed to the floor.Dmitry entered last. His presence changed the air.No coat. Just a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his steel-gray eyes completely taken by a lupine glow. He didn’t need to speak.The Beast was already there.Viktor was the first to be brought in, followed by Anton and, finally, Bogdan. Each was secured to the chairs with brutal efficiency. Chains tightened automatically around their wrists and ankles, sealing their transformation magic and any attempt to escape.Dmitry remained silent for long seconds, simply observing the three.Then he spoke.“You remember the ho

THREE DAYS LATER - RURIK MANSIONDmitry’s room was always in soft half-light. The closed curtains filtered the morning light into golden threads, and the enchanted fireplace kept the environment at a warm, constant temperature.Susan slept between fine cotton sheets, her breathing calm. The paleness was beginning to recede from her cheeks, and although she was still fragile, she seemed less vulnerable with each dawn.Dmitry worked on the sofa beside the bed. The notebook on his knees, notes open around him. Even there, immersed in clan bureaucracy and security reports, his eyes returned to her every five minutes.Dmitry’s body burned. Not from fever, but from something more instinctive.Desire. Need. Hunger.She was there. Alive. Breathing. And he wanted to touch her. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, feel her bare skin against his, mark every inch. Everything possible to prove to himself that she was alive, and his.“She’s here. Calm, breathing… But you want more, don’t you? You wan

The morning arrived without haste.Soft light filtered through the heavy curtains of Dmitry’s room. The world outside remained quiet, as if it respected the silence of two intertwined bodies, exhausted and at peace.Susan woke slowly. The first thing she felt was the heat.Not from the blanket… but the heat of Dmitry’s body, wrapped around hers like a living wall. His strong arm rested over her waist, and his nose touched the curve of her neck, as if he had fallen asleep there, inhaling her presence.She didn’t move. She didn’t want to break the spell. But Dmitry was already awake.“You moved your foot,” he murmured, his voice still hoarse with sleep.“You noticed?” She smiled, eyes still closed.“I feel it,” he replied, more seriously. “Long before you move… I already knew you were waking up.”Susan turned slightly, meeting his blue eyes. For the first time, there was no tension. No anger. No fury. There was peace.But… a guarded peace.“Did you sleep?” she asked, her hand rising to