All Chapters of The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

AlaricI race through the mountainous terrain in full Lycan form, needing a speed unachievable as a human, instinct and rage driving me beyond even Phantom’s normal limitations. My elite warriors struggle to keep pace, fear of disappointing their king nipping at their heels. I follow the weakening thread of our bond like a physical tether pulling me toward my mate and unborn child. Cassius may think he’s found a way to win, muting our bond. But he underestimates the strength of the ties that bind us together. As long a my mark adorns her neck, he’ll never hide her from me. Underground. Mountain stone. Running water nearby.Sage's projected thoughts reach me in fragments, her consciousness fighting through whatever compound Cassius used to suppress our connection. Suddenly the bond strengthens, just for a moment, as the drug temporarily releases its grip, her thoughts coming through stronger than before.North. Medical equipment. Long-term captivity planned.My answering rage flows th

SageThe world returns in fragments of sensation – the sterile scent of medical equipment, the soft hum of monitors tracking my vital signs, and most disturbingly, the unfamiliar weight of a bond that should not exist. My hand instinctively rises to my neck, fingers brushing against the tender skin where Alaric's mark should be, finding instead the raw evidence of Cassius's violation."The disorientation is perfectly normal," Cassius's irritating voice, like nails on a chalkboard leaving goosebumps on my skin, reaches me through the fog of consciousness. "The transitional phase between bonds creates temporary neurological disruption."My eyes snap open, the brightness of the medical chamber sending sharp pain through my skull. The first thing I see isn't Cassius, but Alaric – my mate, my king – standing rigidly beside my bed, his expression a careful mask that fails to hide the rage simmering beneath the surface. And despite the small voice in my head insisting something about his pres

SagePain tears me from sleep like claws ripping through flesh. My back arches off the bed as fire spreads from Cassius's mark, radiating through my chest in waves of agony that feel like my ribs are being pried apart one by one. A scream tears from my throat before I can even register that I'm awake."Sage!" Alaric is at my side instantly, his hands hovering over me, uncertain where to touch when every inch of my skin seems to burn.The monitors surrounding the bed erupt in a cacophony of alarms – heart rate spiking, blood pressure plummeting, fetal distress indicators flashing urgent warnings. Medical staff rush into the room, their voices distant through the haze of pain consuming me."What's happening?" Alaric demands, his voice carrying the edge of panic I've never heard from my warrior king. "Do something!""Her system is rejecting the bond," one doctor explains, frantically adjusting medications. "But this is far more severe than a typical adaptation response."Another wave of a

AlaricI haven't left Sage’s side in the thirty-six hours since Cassius's violation triggered her crisis. The doctors' insistence that he stay close by has left a gnawing rage brewing under my skin, like an itch I can’t find a way to scratch. I watch my beautiful, perfect mate as she sleeps, relieved to find her peaceful despite the trauma she’s suffered. My hand rests protectively over hers where it cradles our child, the subtle movements beneath her skin confirming our baby's resilience despite the circumstances threatening them both.A raised voice from the connected chamber draws my attention – not loud enough to disturb Sage's much-needed rest, but carrying clear tension that suggests an opportunity I can’t ignore. I position myself near the connecting door left partially open, shamelessly eavesdropping."—completely unacceptable," Daphne's cultured voice carries unmistakable fury beneath her controlled volume. "You assured me this arrangement was temporary and wouldn't affect ou

SageThe old doctor's hands move efficiently as he completes his final assessment, eyes darting toward the surveillance camera before leaning closer to check my pulse. His fingers press a small scrap of paper into my palm."Your vitals are strong enough for transfer," he announces loudly. "Your new accommodations are being prepared as we speak."I slip the paper beneath my blanket while Alaric positions himself between us and the camera. Shared anticipation pulses between us– the first real chance since our capture."When exactly will security protocols be suspended?" Alaric breathes, the question audible only to us."0800 to 0835," the doctor murmurs, adjusting my IV with practiced movements. "Standard procedure to allow the necessary medical equipment to be moved without damaging the security system’s radio frequencies.."Thirty-five minutes. A narrow window that might be our only opportunity. I can practically feel Alaric’s mind working, calculating timing, variables, potential obst