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The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 87
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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Sage I scan the gathering crowd again, my heart sinking when I still don't see Alaric. The mate bond pulses with his pain and guilt, but when I reach for him, I hit solid walls. He's gotten better at blocking me these past days, each barrier higher and colder than the last."My King will be here shortly," I overhear Helena telling the council members, but her voice wavers slightly. She knows he won't come, just as I do.I hover uncertainly at the edge of the crowd, not sure where I belong. Without Alaric here, without anyone knowing what I am to him, I feel more lost than ever. Some of the noble wolves notice my discomfort, their whispers carrying clearly:"—doesn't even know proper protocol—" "—no place at a royal memorial—" "—probably relieved the old Alpha can't disapprove of her anymore—""Lady Sage." Victoria's honeyed voice drips false concern. "Perhaps you'd be more comfortable... elsewhere? These formal occasions can be so overwhelming for those not raised to them.""She's exa
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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
The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 21
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
The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 20
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
The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 19
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
The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 18
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
The Lycan King's Outcast Omega Ch. 17
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
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
