All Chapters of The Lycan’s Fated Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Snow fell silently over Saint Petersburg, covering the rooftops of the Kovalenko clan’s fortress.Natália crossed the main gates with her head held high, even though inside she felt the world crumbling with every step. The clan’s soldiers, cold and disciplined, cleared the way without greeting her. They looked at her as if she were a mistake about to be buried.The black car stopped in front of the central staircase. She stepped out with rigid elegance, wearing a gray overcoat buttoned all the way to her neck. Her eyes, once vibrant, were now dull with pain and rage. The journey from Moscow had been silent. Alone. Without honor. Without prestige.She was no longer the wife of the Rurik Alpha. She was just a Kovalenko exiled in shame.Inside the mansion, the air was heavy. The dark walls, decorated with coats of arms, seemed to close in around her. Memories of childhood, of training, of formal dinners and secret meetings with human and non-human politicians… Everything weighed on her sh

ONE MONTH LATER – 06:27 AM – RESIDENTIAL AREA OF MOSCOWThe sun was only just beginning to gild the rooftops of the buildings. The city was still yawning, wrapped in a calm silence that only existed in the first hours of the day. Jenn tightened her shoelaces, put on her earphones, and took a deep breath.The breakfast still sat a little heavy in her stomach, but nothing a run couldn’t fix.She descended the three flights of stairs from the old building with quick steps and began a light jog as soon as she stepped outside. Her ponytail swayed, following the rhythm. The upbeat soundtrack in her ears contrasted with the quietness of the streets.She followed her usual route: two blocks to the small park that bordered the metro line. She always passed through there. Always at the same time.And that was exactly what the hidden eyes in the van parked on the corner had been waiting for.The black vehicle looked like just another one among the many parked there. But inside, two men watched at

Rurik Mansion – Late Morning – 11:37The gates opened for the armored car carrying the three silent figures. Carla watched everything through the window, surprised by the imposing presence of the place. As they got out, Dmitry went straight to the point, as always.“Andrei, take Miss Carla’s suitcases to the room next to Susan’s. I want two agents in the east wing at all times. And reinforce the cameras on the outer perimeter.”“Yes, sir,” the security guard replied promptly.Susan walked hand in hand with Carla, guiding her through the entrance.“This place is a castle…” Carla murmured. “All that’s missing is the throne.”“Oh, he already has that,” Susan replied with a weak smile.At the entrance to the main hall, Alexei waited for them with his arms crossed and his usual mocking expression on his face.“Good morning, ladies. Welcome to Russia’s number one bomb shelter. Coffee and cookies in the east wing, heavy weapons in the west wing, and in the center, a Dmitry about to explode.”

Kovalenko Mansion – 11:17Sunlight filtered through the beige linen curtains, but nothing softened the heavy atmosphere weighing on Natália’s shoulders.Seated before the oak vanity, still wearing the emerald silk robe wrapped around her slender body, she stared at the cell phone in her hand as if it carried a curse.The notification still blinked on the screen. An encrypted number. No name. But the content… was unmistakable.She slid her finger across the screen. The image opened, raw and direct: Svetlana’s head, eyes half-closed, resting on black velvet. And the card.Dmitry’s words, sharp as a razor, echoed in her mind like a sentence:“The next attempt against her will be the last mistake of your entire bloodline.”Natália closed her eyes for a second. When she reopened them, they were filled with silent fury.“He’s gone mad,” she whispered.She stood up abruptly, her bare feet touching the cold marble floor. She walked to the window, observing the mansion’s gardens.The voice emer

Alexei was sprawled on the sofa in the Rurik mansion library, legs stretched out, shirt open at the chest, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if listening to something only he could hear. The silence outside was unnatural.Not a single bird, not even the wind. Only the aftermath of the magic that had swallowed the mansion hours earlier, leaving all the Lycans restless, tense, sniffing the air like dogs in the middle of an electrical storm.He took the phone from his pocket, spun it between his fingers, and dialed.“Sasha, my favorite walking chaos. Pick up this damn thing.”The ring barely had time to echo before Sasha’s voice came through the other side, heavy with sleep and irony.“If this isn’t to call me for a drink, I’m hanging up on your face, Lex.”Alexei let out a low laugh.“Don’t even try, Mikailov. I’ve got good stuff. Dmitry killed Svetlana. Sent her head, wrapped with a bow, to the Romanovs. And as if that wasn’t enough… Susan, our little redheaded witch, just cast a spell that