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The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 86
Alaric The packhouse feels almost empty after weeks of hosting ranked wolves from every territory. Through our bond, I feel Sage's relief at returning to normal duties without hostile noble wolves watching her every move."The gathering served its purpose," Garrett reports, spreading territory maps across my desk. "Most packs agree to coordinate defenses now."But something nags at me about Cassius's too-perfect departure. About Eris's careful absence from political maneuvering these past days…A commotion at the gates interrupts my thoughts. My father's scent hits me before I see him - Perseus, returned from his month-long diplomatic mission to the far eastern territories."The attacks spread further than we knew," he announces without preamble, striding into my study. The journey has aged him somehow, left new lines around his eyes. "Every pack I visited reported similar patterns."Through our bond, I feel Sage's instant tension at my father's return. But there's no time to reassure
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Sage The wounds are getting worse. Every patrol brings back warriors with injuries that fight my healing in new ways. The mutations adapt faster now, like they're building toward something. "The infection spreads differently," I tell the head healer, showing her black lines that spider through veins. "See how it targets vital points? Like it's learning..."“They prepare for something bigger,” Aura warns. “These are test runs.”"These aren't normal mutations anymore," the head healer agrees, studying the black lines. "See how the patterns change? Almost like...""Like they're testing which infections work best," I finish. "Learning from each attack what hurts us most."Another warrior arrives, this one's wounds pulsing with strange energy I've never felt before. When I try to heal him, the corruption actually fights back, attempting to climb up my arms like it has a mind of its own.“Not natural,” Aura growls. “Someone directs this. Controls it.”When I try to heal another warrior, co
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Alaric My father hasn't slept in two days. I watch him drill warriors until their arms shake, his own exhaustion carefully hidden beneath Alpha power. But I notice how his hands tremble slightly when he demonstrates moves, how his eyes constantly scan our borders."The northern defenses need reinforcement," he insists during morning council. Battle maps cover every surface, certain positions marked with peculiar intensity. "Here, and here. They'll expect us to guard the eastern approach...""They?" Garrett asks carefully. "Do we have specific intelligence about—""Experience," my father cuts him off. "Some threats follow patterns, if you know where to look."Through the mate bond, I feel Sage's concern as she watches from her position with the healers. She sees it too - the way he studies certain defensive positions with almost desperate focus.Reports flood in throughout the day - multiple attacks along our borders, each more coordinated than the last. The patterns suggest something
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AlaricSage's hands shake slightly as she helps me strap on my armor, her fingers lingering over my heart. Through our bond, I feel her terror warring with determination to be strong."Stay with me," I catch her trembling hands in mine. "Just for a moment.""I should be going with you." Her violet eyes shine with unshed tears. "My healing—""Will be needed here." I cup her face, memorizing every detail. "The wounded will need you. The pack will need you.""The pack needs its king." Her voice breaks slightly. "I need—""Promise me," I cut her off, unable to hear what she needs because it might break my resolve. "Promise me you'll take care of them, no matter what happens. That you'll be their healer, their strength...""Don't." She grabs my armor, pulling me closer. "Don't talk like you're not coming back.""Sweetling." I press my forehead to hers, breathing in her scent of honeysuckle and rain. "Promise me."Through our bond, I feel her understanding of what I'm really asking. To be th
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SageMy hands shake as I try to heal another warrior, the mutations fighting my power in ways I've never encountered. Black corruption spreads through his veins like living ink, pulsing with wrongness that makes my stomach turn. Each time I push it back with healing energy, it adapts, finding new paths through flesh and blood. Nothing in my training, nothing in any of the ancient texts, prepared me for this.The warrior writhes under my hands, his partially shifted form caught between wolf and man. Scales ripple beneath his fur where the corruption spreads, turning healthy tissue into something twisted and wrong. I pour more power into the wounds, but it's like trying to hold back a tide with bare hands."Lady Sage!" A young wolf bursts in, blood soaking his uniform as he carries another victim. His eyes hold raw terror I've never seen in our warriors before. "Please—"But three more follow right behind him, each bearing wounded that need immediate attention. The healing wing overflows
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SageThe power burns through me like liquid starfire, scouring everything in its path. Where my light touches the mutant wolves, they don't just die - they disintegrate, corrupted flesh turning to ash that scatters on the wind. Their unnatural screams cut off abruptly as the wave of power rolls across the battlefield, leaving only silence in its wake.The wave ripples outward, instinctively avoiding our own wolves while burning away any trace of corruption. Wounds that wouldn't heal begin closing, black lines receding from veins as the light passes through injured warriors. It's more than healing - it's a purification that reaches bone-deep, cleansing anything unnatural from our lands.When the light finally fades, my legs buckle. The power drain hits like a physical blow, every cell in my body feeling scorched from channeling that much raw energy. I start to fall, but Alaric catches me before I can hit the ground, somehow managing to hold both me and his father's body."Sage." His voi
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SageThe healing wing feels too quiet now, three days after the battle. Most of the wounded have recovered, their injuries healed by whatever power exploded from me that night. But the mate bond pulses with an emptiness that grows more concerning each time I reach for it."You should rest more," the head healer protests when I gather my things to leave. "That kind of power drain—""I've rested enough." I need to find Alaric, need to reach him through whatever darkness has claimed him since his father's death.But the Alaric I find in his study isn't the mate who held me so desperately before the battle. He stands at his window, power wrapped around him like armor, staring at something I can't see."I brought you something to eat." I set the tray on his desk, careful not to disturb the maps and papers scattered across it. He hasn't touched food in days, as far as anyone can tell.He doesn't respond, doesn't even turn. Through our bond, I catch flashes of his turmoil - guilt and grief an
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AlaricThe black formal clothes feel like a prison as I stare at my reflection. My father's memorial service begins in an hour, and I still can't make myself move from this spot."My son." Mother's voice makes me turn from the window where I've been staring unseeing at the gathering crowd below. She looks smaller somehow, grief making her usually perfect posture wilt slightly. "The ceremonial guards are assembled. They await your approval for the procession order.""Let Garrett handle it." I can't meet her eyes, can't bear to see her pain."Alaric." She moves closer, her hand reaching for mine but stopping short when I tense. "He was so proud of you. Even at the end—""Don't." The word comes out harsher than intended. "Just... don't.""You'll be there?" Her voice trembles slightly, and something in my chest cracks at the sound. "The pack needs to see their Alpha's strength today."I nod, letting her believe the lie because it’s easier than admitting the truth: I'm a coward. She presses
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The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 16
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
The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 15
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
The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 14
Alexander The Grand Ballroom is even more crowded than the previous night, the competition among potential matches growing as the Gala progresses. By tradition, I should be narrowing my preferences, spending more time with those I find most suitable. Instead, I move mechanically through the required dances, my thoughts a thousand miles away in a forest clearing with a woman whose touch brought balance to my warring nature."Your Highness seems distracted tonight," observes Lady Mirella, the daughter of an influential Alpha from the Western territories, as we complete our obligatory dance."Forgive me," I say automatically. "Many matters require my attention with the coronation approaching."She simpers appropriately, but I can see the calculation in her eyes. All of them are watching, evaluating, strategizing—except Selene, who stands across the room in conversation with my father, her poise perfect as always but her gaze finding me repeatedly.I've successfully avoided her so far, pl
The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 13
AlexanderEvery step away from Lyra feels wrong—physically painful in a way I've never experienced. The silver thread of our mate bond stretches but doesn't break, a constant pull urging me to turn back, to claim what fate has decreed is mine. My head pounds and my dual nature—healing and Alpha—roils inside me, more unsettled than ever before."Alex?" Dominic's voice breaks through my inner turmoil. "You need to slow down. You're practically running."I realize I've been striding through the forest at a punishing pace, as if physical distance might somehow diminish the connection I feel to her. I stop abruptly, bracing one hand against a tree trunk, struggling to bring my breathing under control."A true mate," I say, the words hollow with disbelief. "Now, of all times."Dominic says nothing, just watches me with concern etched on his features. He was there, he saw the connection spark between us, but he can't feel what I'm feeling—the bone-deep certainty colliding with equally powerfu
The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 12
LyraMy healing ability activates instinctively, energy flowing through my fingertips into his arm. I sense immediately that something is wrong—his dual natures pulling against each other with increasing force, creating internal fractures where they should flow together."Your power is destabilizing," I tell him, medical concern momentarily overriding the more complicated emotions of our situation. "The Alpha strength and healing ability—they're fighting each other instead of balancing."He looks at me with surprise. "You can sense that?""I'm a healer," I remind him. "Diagnosing is what I do." I hesitate, then add, "But this is beyond my experience. I've never felt anything like the conflict in your energies.""The conflict has been growing stronger as my twenty-fifth birthday approaches," he admits. "Headaches, power surges, difficulty controlling either ability."His Beta watches our exchange with growing concern. "We should return to the palace," he suggests. "If you're unwell—""I
The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 11
LyraThe moment I lock eyes with him, everything inside me shifts—rearranges itself around a truth I never expected to face. The legendary silver connection of true mates flares between us like a living thing, pulsing with recognition so fierce it nearly brings me to my knees.My basket tumbles from my fingers, precious dream flowers scattering across the forest floor. I rise to my feet, unable to look away from the man standing at the edge of the clearing. Even without the royal trappings, I would know him anywhere—the violet eyes that mark his heritage, the commanding presence that no plain clothing can disguise. Prince Alexander, heir to the throne, son of the king who descended from those who hunted my people to near extinction.My true mate."It's you," he whispers, his voice carrying easily across the clearing.I can't speak, can't move. Every instinct urges me forward, toward him, while every rational thought screams danger. The mate bond thrums between us, demanding acknowledgm
The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 10
AlexanderAfter some discussion, Merrick provides us with a crude map marking the locations of reported sightings and the disturbance. With daylight still abundant, Dominic and I set out immediately, following the forest paths that grow increasingly wild as we move deeper into territory rarely traveled by royal patrols."This feels like crossing into another realm," Dominic comments as the forest changes character around us—older trees, more undergrowth, a stillness that seems almost watchful.I know what he means. There's a different quality to the air here, a sense of ancient presence. As we continue, I notice something else—a subtle resonance with my healing abilities, like a low vibration just beneath my awareness."There's power here," I murmur. "Old power."We reach the area Merrick marked as the site of the disturbance by mid-afternoon. At first glance, it appears to be nothing but dense forest, but closer inspection reveals signs of recent activity—broken branches, disturbed ea
The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 9
AlexanderThe reports lie scattered across my desk, each more troubling than the last. For the past hour, I've been reading intelligence summaries from our border patrols—accounts of strangers asking questions about healing bloodlines, mapping remote areas where healing enclaves are rumored to exist, and in one case, pursuing someone through the forest near the eastern boundary."This can't be a coincidence," I tell Dominic, who stands by the window, his expression grim. "Not with the Northern delegation's sudden interest in the prophecy, their questions about Elara's abilities.""You think they're connected?" he asks, though his tone suggests he's already reached the same conclusion.I run a hand through my hair in frustration. "Three reports of strangers in Northern colors sighted near areas where healing communities might be hidden? During the exact week they arrive with prophecy texts mentioning both Elara and me?" I shake my head. "That's not a coincidence. That's coordination."D
