Semua Bab The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Bab 111 - Bab 120

AlaricThe cabin explodes into chaos as we attack. My warriors move with perfect coordination, but something's wrong - the Northern wolves react too quickly, too prepared."Underground!" Garrett's warning comes just as the floor beneath us shifts. Hidden tunnels, escape routes we didn't know about. Through our weakening bond, I feel Sage's heartbeat faltering as precious time slips away."Find her!" My roar shakes the cabin's foundations. "Tear this place apart!"But Eris's guards are everywhere, fighting with desperate determination. Not just protecting their lady - buying her time. Through the battle haze, that detail nags at me. Why delay instead of retreat?A familiar scent catches my attention - fresh, close. Without hesitation, I crash through the hidden panel it leads to, following steep stairs into darkness.Eris waits in a candlelit chamber, her perfect composure intact despite the battle above. "My King." Her smile holds victory. "So predictable.""The antidote." My beast ris

AlaricSage's powers shimmer with new strength as she heals another warrior's training injury. Through our enhanced bond, I feel how differently her abilities work now - not just healing, but understanding the very essence of what she touches."Extraordinary," the head healer murmurs, watching golden light spread from Sage's hands. "The way she adapted to the poison... I've never seen anything like it."I haven't either. Since that night, our mate bond has grown stronger than I thought possible. Even without a mating mark, every touch, every shared thought carries deeper meaning. Even now, across the healing wing, I feel her satisfaction as the warrior's wound closes completely."My King." Garrett's arrival draws my attention. "We found something at the cabin."He hands me a stack of letters - correspondence between Eris and Cassius, carefully coded but damning nonetheless. Through our bond, I feel Sage's interest as she finishes with the warrior."They've been planning this for weeks,

AlaricAlpha Sloane stands flanked by his elite guards, his power filling the laboratory like a physical presence. Unlike his son's calculated charm, Sloane's authority comes from ruthless pragmatism."Investigating treason." I step forward, placing myself between him and Sage. "Your son attempted to murder my mate."Through our bond, I feel Sage's assessment of the new threat – counting guards, evaluating escape routes, calculating our odds if this turns violent."Serious accusations." Sloane's eyes move clinically around the laboratory, betraying no surprise at its contents. "Though I see you've already made yourself comfortable in my facilities.""Your facilities?" Garrett's voice carries disgust. "You claim knowledge of these experiments?"Sloane's expression remains impassive. "What I know or don't know about legitimate research in my territory is hardly your concern.""Legitimate research?" Sage steps beside me, her outrage flowing through our bond. "You call creating monsters to

SageMy mind catalogs everything we've discovered as we return to the packhouse – formulas, experiments, evidence of a conspiracy extending generations. Since the poison transformed my abilities, information organizes itself with crystal clarity, connections forming automatically between seemingly disparate details."She hasn't spoken in hours," I hear Garrett murmur to Alaric. "Is she—""Processing," Alaric replies, his confidence flowing through our bond. "Let her work."His faith in me warms something deep inside, even as I continue sorting through the mental library I've built. Names surface in connection with experimental protocols – council members, noble houses, wolves who have opposed us from the beginning.The packhouse comes into view, Helena and Iris waiting anxiously at the gates. Through our bond, I feel Alaric's relief at seeing them safe, his lingering fear that our enemies might have moved against his family while we were gone."You're back." Iris rushes forward, her us

SageThe packhouse erupts into controlled chaos when we return, evidence in hand and a plan forming between us. Through our bond, I feel Alaric's strategic mind already adapting to this new information, calculating risks and opportunities."Power extraction?" Garrett's expression darkens as we explain what we discovered. "Not just destroying abilities, but stealing them?""The technology appears experimental but functional." I spread the research documents we recovered across Alaric's desk. "They've successfully transferred minor abilities between test subjects. The convergence site is where they plan to scale up the process."Helena studies the ancient temple location marked on our map. "Sacred ground. Protected by ancient treaties. No single pack has jurisdiction there.""Perfect for their purposes," Alaric notes grimly. "The council can't officially interfere with activities there without unanimous agreement."Through our bond, I feel his frustration at these political complications