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The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 150
Sage"Now," Alaric says the moment Daphne’s footsteps fade beyond hearing range.His movement to the doorway carries predatory silence born of centuries of hunting heritage. The corridor outside remains momentarily clear, guard rotations creating a brief opportunity we take full advantage of."Three minutes until the doctor reaches the communication point with Garrett and our men, if he isn’t stopped," Alaric whispers, helping me from bed with careful movements balancing speed against my still-recovering strength and my ungainly belly. "Seven minutes until the guards return."The understanding of the critical timing required crackles like electricity between us – so many moving parts, narrow windows within windows, our success depending on precise execution without room for error. My legs wobble slightly as I stand, my body still recovering from the bond rejection crisis that nearly killed me days earlier and my power still muted by the steady diet of drugs Cassius has kept me on."I c
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SageWe reach the connecting doorway just as Daphne's composure shatters completely, her elegant hand sweeping equipment from a nearby table with surprising strength. "You promised me partnership in creating a new order, not a position of convenience while you pursue your sick personal obsession with breeding your former mate!"Alaric moves with lethal silence, shifting into the perfect strike position without detection. His hands find Daphne's neck almost without looking, twisting with minimal effort until her head goes slack.The sickening crack echoes through the room with dreadful finality. Her body crumples with a graceful elegance belying her violent end, her life extinguished between one heartbeat and next without any warning. She likely died before her impending death even registered, not the agony she deserved.Cassius's usual flat affect quickly betrays his shock– eyes widening, pulse visibly pounding at his throat, his gaze flitting between us as he struggles to understand
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Alaric Her scream tears through the night, pulling me from light sleep to instant alertness. Beside me, Sage thrashes against invisible restraints, her hands frantically grasping at her now-flat stomach."My baby!" Terror fills her voice, eyes open but seeing something from nightmares rather than our darkened bedroom. "He's taken him! Cassius has taken our pup!""Sage," I speak firmly but gently, careful not to touch her until recognition returns. We've learned this lesson over the three weeks since our son's birth. She’ll lash out, unseeing, unless I bring her back to me first. "You're home. You're safe. Cassius is dead."Her wild gaze finds mine, confusion and fear gradually yielding to dawning awareness. The connection between us pulses with her panic, then relief as reality reasserts itself."The baby?" Her voice breaks on the question, hands still protectively covering her abdomen."Right here." I gesture to the cradle beside our bed where our son sleeps peacefully, somehow undis
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AlaricWe find Iris in the nursery, humming softly to our son who has awakened and studies his aunt with solemn curiosity that seems impossible in one so young. His awareness has unnerved more than one pack member who expects newborn behavior from the infant who watches everything with an unsettling focus."There's my little prince," Sage says, her voice transforming as she takes him from Iris. All traces of her nightmare fade as she cradles our son, her entire being softening with a love that flows freely between all three of us.Alexander. Named for strength, for leadership, for the new era his birth represents. His tiny hand wraps around Sage's finger with surprising force, his violet eyes - exactly matching his mother's unusual color - fixing on her face with that uncanny focus."He's hungry," Sage says, settling in the rocking chair beside the window. As she adjusts her nightgown, Iris quietly excuses herself, leaving our small family in peaceful privacy.I watch them together, th
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Six months laterMoonlight streams through the ancient windows of our private chambers, painting silver patterns across Sage's bare skin as she dresses for the ceremony. I pause in adjusting my formal attire, momentarily captivated by the sight of her. Six months of motherhood and recovery have transformed her – not back to who she was before, but into someone new, stronger, with a quiet confidence that takes my breath away."You're staring," she says without turning, a smile in her voice as she reaches for the ceremonial dress laid across our bed."Admiring," I correct, moving behind her to help with the intricate fastenings. "My queen. My mate. The mother of my son."My fingers linger against her skin, tracing the silver mark on her neck that now pulses with a connection deeper than anything we shared before Alexander's birth. The horrors we endured somehow strengthened rather than weakened what binds us together.Sage turns in my arms, her hands smoothing the front of my formal jack
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The great hall falls silent as we enter, hundreds of wolves from every territory rising in unified respect. Not just for their king, but for the queen who has earned her place through sacrifice and courage beyond what tradition ever demanded. And for the child who represents a future none could have predicted when this journey began.From my position on the ceremonial dais, I can see the varied reactions as Alexander surveys the gathered crowds with that unsettling focus. Some wolves bow lower, instinctively recognizing power beyond his infant form. Others watch with careful assessment, measuring reality against the prophecy's ancient words. A few – very few – show lingering concern in tightened jaws and narrowed eyes.But none voice opposition as the head elder steps forward to begin the ancient rite of presentation. The ceremonial words flow in language older than any living wolf, acknowledging the heir to the throne that predates modern territories and alliances.When the moment com
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The celebration continues around us, the entire kingdom acknowledging the heir whose existence represents both fulfillment of ancient words and the beginning of a new era none could have fully anticipated. Through our connection, contentment flows alongside a lingering wariness – joy in the present moment balanced against awareness that threats remain beyond the walls currently sheltering our family.But as night deepens and the ceremonial feast gradually transitions to a quieter gathering, a different energy builds between us. Sage's eyes find mine across the crowded hall, her thoughts flowing with crystal clarity despite the distance separating us – reminder of the promise whispered before the ceremony began, intention that has nothing to do with politics or prophecy and everything to do with the man and woman who found each other against all odds and expectations.When we finally withdraw, Alexander settled peacefully in his nursery under Iris's watchful care, that energy transforms
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One year laterMorning sunlight streams through our bedroom windows, painting golden patterns across Alaric's sleeping form. I study him in this rare moment of complete relaxation – the powerful lines of his body softened in slumber, the weight of crown and kingdom temporarily set aside. My fingers trace the silver mark at his neck, my claim now as permanent as his upon me.So much has changed in the year since Alexander's birth. The kingdom that once viewed me as an unwelcome intruder now bows respectfully to their healing queen. The council that resisted my position now seeks my counsel on matters extending beyond traditional healing responsibilities. And the mate who once fought our connection now reaches for me even in sleep, his hand finding mine with an unconscious certainty that makes my heart swell."Watching me again?" he murmurs without opening his eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth."Absolutely. Every chance I get," I admit, leaning down to brush my lips again
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SeleneHours later, freshly bathed and impeccably dressed in a gown designed specifically for the final night of the Choosing Gala, I enter Magistra Vega's chambers for our ritual preparation. She sits at a table covered with ceremonial implements—silver bowls, ancient texts, herbs and crystals arranged in precise patterns."Princess," she acknowledges without warmth. "We have adjusted our approach given the night's failure."Baron Krell stands by the window, his military posture never relaxing even in private. "The ritual will proceed as planned," he informs me. "With one significant modification."Vega indicates a delicate crystal vial containing iridescent blue liquid. "Dream flower essence," she explains. "Extremely potent, especially to one with dual nature like the prince. Combined with certain catalysts, it will trigger the separation we require.""Without a Silverspiral healer?" I question, eyeing the vial warily."We have other resources," Vega says dismissively. "Less ideal,
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SeleneIndecision wars within me as I consider what I must do tonight. And I know I must, Magistra Vega’s keen attention to my every move reminds me of that. Still, my mind keeps wandering back to earlier today, to my encounter with the Silverspiral healer, and the way I found my commitment to our plan shaken to its core. As I follow our small party through the forest, the healer enclave's location burns in my memory from hours spent studying maps, reports from scouts, and ancient texts describing where surviving healers might hide after the purges. But knowing its approximate location and actually finding it are different matters—these people have evaded discovery for generations.A scout returns silently, dropping to one knee before me. "Princess, we've located the settlement. Half a mile north, nestled against the cliff face. They appear to be in the process of evacuation.""They know we're coming," Krell growls."Then we move now," Vega decides, gesturing the group forward. "Reme
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LyraElara and I sit in silence as we both continue to ponder what the Northern delegation has planned. But soon, the quiet feels stifling and I feel the need to speak aloud the thoughts assaulting me. The amulet I wear seems to warm against my skin as the threat crystallizes."Elder Thalia said they need three elements for the binding ritual—the full moon's power, a healer of the Silverspiral bloodline, and the divided heir." I whisper, the small sound loud in the utter silence. "The divided heir," Elara repeats softly. "That's what I keep seeing in my visions—Alexander literally torn in two, one half glowing with healing light, one consumed by Alpha power.""Is such a thing even possible?" I ask, though I already fear the answer."There are ancient rituals that can separate essence from form," she confirms, echoing what I told Alexander earlier. "My mother found references to them in texts preserved from before the purges. They were forbidden practices, considered too dangerous and
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LyraThe hidden chamber feels like both a sanctuary and a prison as hours crawl by with excruciating slowness. My injuries throb despite the rudimentary treatment Alexander and I managed before he left, but the physical pain pales compared to the ache of separation. The mate bond stretches between us, a silver thread that pulses with each passing minute, somehow both comforting and torturous in its reminder of what fate decreed and circumstances deny.I pace the small space, cataloging my surroundings more thoroughly now that I'm alone. The chamber is circular, clearly built within one of the palace's towers. A narrow bed occupies one wall, a small table with two chairs stands in the center, and a fireplace provides both warmth and the means to heat water or cook simple meals. Shelves hold basic supplies—preserved food, medical materials, candles, blankets—suggesting this place was designed for extended hiding if necessary.No windows offer a glimpse of the outside world, only a small
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Alexander"They need you specifically for the binding ritual to work." I mutter to myself, but Lyra picks up my train of thought."Which is why Selene led the attack herself." She says grimly. "She spotted me trying to escape. I used everything I know about the forest to lose her, but she pursued me for miles." She indicates her injuries. "I didn't escape unscathed.""How did you find your way here?" Dominic asks, suspicion edging his voice, making me growl under my breath. "The palace is heavily guarded, especially during the Gala."Lyra's gaze returns to me. "I followed the bond. It led me here—like a silver thread pulling me toward safety. I knew it was dangerous to come to the palace, but somehow I also knew it was the only place I'd be safe from her."The simple truth of her words reverberates through our connection. She came to me—to her true mate—instinctively seeking protection even at great risk to herself."We need to get you somewhere safer than this garden," I say, assessin
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AlexanderThe remainder of the Gala passes in a blur of forced smiles and diplomatic niceties. I perform my duties mechanically—dancing with potential matches, engaging in political small talk, maintaining the façade of the dutiful heir considering his options. But my thoughts remain fixed on the conversation with Selene in the garden, her veiled threats echoing in my mind."The final night of the Gala approaches. Traditionally, the heir makes his intentions clear by then. I would hate for... misunderstandings to arise."What did she know about Lyra? How much had she discovered about our meeting in the forest? The questions circle endlessly as I navigate the crowded ballroom, accepting congratulations on my upcoming coronation from nobles who have no idea of the turmoil beneath my carefully composed exterior."You're distracted tonight," Dominic murmurs as he appears at my side, offering a much-needed glass of water. "More than usual.""Something's wrong," I reply under my breath. "Sel
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Lyra "Or another of your bloodline, though few remain." Thalia’s words bring me back to the present as she reaches for my hands, clasping them in her own. "The Northern delegation seeks a Silverspiral healer for their ritual. Whatever they plan, it involves the prophecy, the Lycan heir, and the disruption of the true mate bond you now share.""But why? What could they hope to gain?""Power," she says simply. "Control over the balanced power that the prophecy promises. If they can bind the heir to their bloodline instead of his true mate, they might redirect the fulfillment of the prophecy to serve their purposes."My mind races, connecting fragments of overheard conversations with this new information. "I overheard them speaking of a binding ceremony, of needing a healer of pure bloodline for a ritual to work properly.""A perversion of ancient magic," Thalia growls. "They would use your blood—your essence—to create a false bond between the prince and their princess, overriding the tr
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LyraI follow the hidden paths back to our secondary encampment, my mind still reeling from the encounter with Alexander. Every step increases the distance between us, and with it comes a physical ache I've only heard described in tales of true mates separated. The silver bond stretches taut between us, a constant reminder of what fate has decreed and duty denies.The dream flowers in my basket seem to pulse with their own soft luminescence in the fading light, their scent more potent than usual—or perhaps my senses are simply heightened by the awakening of the mate bond. Either way, their presence is a tangible reminder of my responsibilities to my people, responsibilities that now seem at odds with the pull of my heart.Our emergency settlement is well-concealed, nestled against a cliff face with natural caves providing shelter. Unlike our permanent enclave, this location is sparse, functional, designed for temporary safety rather than comfort. As I approach, I sense rather than see
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AlexanderMy mother’s watchful eyes pierce right through me as she waits for me to speak. I consider lying, brushing off my questions as nothing more than curiosity. But I’ve never lied to her before, and I don’t intend to start now. "I found my true mate today," I say finally, the words both liberating and damning. "A healer named Lyra, from one of the hidden communities."Elara gasps softly while my mother's expression transforms from shock to a complex mixture of joy and concern. "The mate bond—you're certain?""As certain as you and Father were," I confirm. "The silver connection, instantaneous and undeniable.""Oh, Alex," Elara breathes, understanding immediately the impossible position I'm in. "The Choosing Gala, Princess Selene, the prophecy...""All pointing me in one direction," I finish grimly, "while fate pulls me in another."My mother rises, coming to me, her hands cool against my face as she studies me with those violet eyes so like my own. "A true mate is a gift beyond
