Semua Bab The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Bab 91 - Bab 100

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

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

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

SageThese past days have been a whirlwind of private joy mixed with public solemnity. The morning after our engagement, Alaric gathered his mother and sister in his study. I stood by his side as he apologized, voice rough with emotion, for abandoning them during their shared grief."I learned the wrong lessons from him," he'd admitted, holding his mother's hands. "About strength, about feelings. About family. I want to learn better ones now."Helena had broken down then, pulling him into her arms like he was still a pup. Iris joined the embrace, and I'd tried to slip away to give them privacy, but Alaric caught my hand. "Stay," he'd said softly. "You're family too."Later that day, he addressed the pack about his absence from the memorial. Standing before them, he showed a vulnerability I'd never seen him display publicly."A king who cannot face his own grief," he'd declared, "cannot truly lead his people through theirs. I failed you that day, but I promise to do better. To be the ki

Alaric "The council demands an answer, my King." Lord Marcus's voice grates on my last nerve as I stare out my study window. Below, I can see Sage in the garden, her silver-blonde hair catching morning light. Through our bond, I feel her trying to stay strong despite the whispers that follow her now."I've given them my answer." My voice could freeze the blood in their veins. "Multiple times.""The Northern territories grow impatient." He presses on despite my obvious dismissal. "Lady Eris's offer of alliance—""Is neither wanted nor needed." I turn from the window, letting my power fill the room. "Was I unclear about that?"The elder shifts uncomfortably but doesn't back down. "The laws are quite specific, my King. A royal mate must meet certain requirements—""Laws can be changed.""Not these." Now Victoria's father steps forward from where he's been lurking in the doorway. "They are woven into the very fabric of our society. To break them would be to invite chaos."Through our bond