The Lycan’s Fated Mate
Sasha ran a hand over his beard, hesitating for just a second.
“Lyra.”
The silence returned. But this time, not even old Maksim made a joke.
“Lyra…” Ivan repeated, as if tasting the name, trying to extract some information he still didn’t have.
Sasha realized he needed to clarify:
“She is… a hybrid.”
On the other end of the line, he heard the characteristic sound of Maksim pulling up a chair and settling in, like someone who understood that things had just gotten interesting.
“Half human, half fairy,” Sasha added, without beating around the bush, because he knew that with them, dragging things out never worked.
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