Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

THIRD DAWN; OFFICE – NEARLY THREE IN THE MORNINGDmitry was hunched over the desk. The lights were off, except for the soft lamp in the corner of the room. His phone vibrated every three hours with updates from Alexei.Alexei:Security around the building is stable. Everything is calm here. The girls won’t stop laughing. Susan seems fine. Relax, brother.Dmitry replied with only a “👍”.But he didn’t relax.The Lycan roared silently inside him. It wasn’t the fear that something would happen — it was the absence that was killing him.He stood up and walked to the window. Fine snow was falling over the gardens. He pressed his forehead against the glass.The memory of her scent. The sound of her laughter. The warmth she left in the bed. All of it was torture.Then the phone rang.It was Alexei.“What happened?” Dmitry answered on the first ring.On the other end, his voice sounded bored.“Nothing. I just figured you were already starting to bang your head against the wall.”“I’m not in t

The doors to Natália’s room slammed shut with a crash that echoed through the silent corridors of the Rurik mansion.She walked to the vanity with unsteady steps, trembling, as if every fiber of her body was crumbling from within. The silk robe clung to her sweaty skin. Her hair was stuck to her forehead. The taste of iron and failure was ingrained in her mouth.She suddenly bent over and vomited on the floor, kneeling like a prisoner of her own spell.The pain came right after. A throbbing in her guts. A sharp heat that seemed to want to rip her soul out through her uterus.She screamed.Her hands clutched her own sides. Her skin turning pale. Her eyes wet. But not with sadness. With hatred.“It’s the price. The price of the magic. You knew what it would cost.”Alzbeta’s voice echoed in her mind like a cruel whisper.“If the potion doesn’t work, your fertility will be drained. Slowly. As punishment for trying to force destiny.”“Damn demented witch…” Natália spat the words with hatre

The strong smell of coffee still lingered in the air when Alexei leaned against the kitchen counter, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. Susan and Jenn were already awake. The redhead was settling on the sofa with a still-tired expression, while Jenn muttered something about “weird dreams with werewolves and 24-hour surveillance.”Carla, as always, was already organizing the dirty dishes in the sink, serious and methodical.Alexei disguised his exhaustion with a slightly sarcastic smile, but his mind was elsewhere in the city, and on the silent war that was about to escalate.His phone vibrated in his hand. A coded message from one of the intelligence agents at the Rurik mansion.“Confirmed. Vetrov called Natália to his office the day before the incident. Unscheduled meeting, no witnesses. Duration: 46 minutes. External corridor cameras manually deactivated. Magical intervention detected. Sending tracking files.”The smile vanished. His blood ran cold for a second.Daniil Vetr

Internal Council Chamber – Rurik Mansion 23:17The internal council chamber of the Rurik clan was a reserved place, where strategic decisions and final sentences were made far from the eyes of the world.All five counselors were present. But only four kept their postures upright.Daniil Vetrov, the oldest among them, sat at the end of the table, his face pale, his eyes fixed on the cold stone floor. Age did not hide the tension that marked his shoulders. He looked smaller now, shrunk under the weight of his own mistake.Dmitry Rurik entered without an escort. No ceremony, no greeting. Only his blue eyes, as cold as the winter outside. He took his place at the head of the table and remained standing.“Let it be recorded…” he began, his voice firm. “That this meeting was convened by my authority as Alpha of the Rurik clan, to address the breach of trust by one of its oldest members. A counselor who, in the name of outdated traditions, put my lineage, the balance between the clans, and e

The black SUV of the Rurik family glided through the streets of Moscow like a silent shadow. The tinted windows reflected the gray morning sky, but inside the vehicle there was a different kind of warmth. An invisible field, pulsing between two bodies.Dmitry and Susan sat side by side in the back seat.He said nothing. She said nothing either. But their tightly intertwined hands said everything words could not reach.The journey to the mansion was silent, except for the sound of their rhythmic breathing, the engine, and the essence between them. Alive once more, stretching like invisible threads of energy, healing deep wounds.When the gates opened and the mansion appeared ahead, Susan felt her stomach tighten. There were still memories there. Pain, blood, fear.But also… him. And now, everything that existed between them wanted to survive.Dmitry led her through the main entrance, calmly but with firm steps.There were employees, guards, and even some young counselors in the hous