Semua Bab The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Sage"Now," Alaric says the moment Daphne’s footsteps fade beyond hearing range.His movement to the doorway carries predatory silence born of centuries of hunting heritage. The corridor outside remains momentarily clear, guard rotations creating a brief opportunity we take full advantage of."Three minutes until the doctor reaches the communication point with Garrett and our men, if he isn’t stopped," Alaric whispers, helping me from bed with careful movements balancing speed against my still-recovering strength and my ungainly belly. "Seven minutes until the guards return."The understanding of the critical timing required crackles like electricity between us – so many moving parts, narrow windows within windows, our success depending on precise execution without room for error. My legs wobble slightly as I stand, my body still recovering from the bond rejection crisis that nearly killed me days earlier and my power still muted by the steady diet of drugs Cassius has kept me on."I c

Alaric Her scream tears through the night, pulling me from light sleep to instant alertness. Beside me, Sage thrashes against invisible restraints, her hands frantically grasping at her now-flat stomach."My baby!" Terror fills her voice, eyes open but seeing something from nightmares rather than our darkened bedroom. "He's taken him! Cassius has taken our pup!""Sage," I speak firmly but gently, careful not to touch her until recognition returns. We've learned this lesson over the three weeks since our son's birth. She’ll lash out, unseeing, unless I bring her back to me first. "You're home. You're safe. Cassius is dead."Her wild gaze finds mine, confusion and fear gradually yielding to dawning awareness. The connection between us pulses with her panic, then relief as reality reasserts itself."The baby?" Her voice breaks on the question, hands still protectively covering her abdomen."Right here." I gesture to the cradle beside our bed where our son sleeps peacefully, somehow undis

Six months laterMoonlight streams through the ancient windows of our private chambers, painting silver patterns across Sage's bare skin as she dresses for the ceremony. I pause in adjusting my formal attire, momentarily captivated by the sight of her. Six months of motherhood and recovery have transformed her – not back to who she was before, but into someone new, stronger, with a quiet confidence that takes my breath away."You're staring," she says without turning, a smile in her voice as she reaches for the ceremonial dress laid across our bed."Admiring," I correct, moving behind her to help with the intricate fastenings. "My queen. My mate. The mother of my son."My fingers linger against her skin, tracing the silver mark on her neck that now pulses with a connection deeper than anything we shared before Alexander's birth. The horrors we endured somehow strengthened rather than weakened what binds us together.Sage turns in my arms, her hands smoothing the front of my formal jack

The celebration continues around us, the entire kingdom acknowledging the heir whose existence represents both fulfillment of ancient words and the beginning of a new era none could have fully anticipated. Through our connection, contentment flows alongside a lingering wariness – joy in the present moment balanced against awareness that threats remain beyond the walls currently sheltering our family.But as night deepens and the ceremonial feast gradually transitions to a quieter gathering, a different energy builds between us. Sage's eyes find mine across the crowded hall, her thoughts flowing with crystal clarity despite the distance separating us – reminder of the promise whispered before the ceremony began, intention that has nothing to do with politics or prophecy and everything to do with the man and woman who found each other against all odds and expectations.When we finally withdraw, Alexander settled peacefully in his nursery under Iris's watchful care, that energy transforms

"We should get up," I say reluctantly after indulging in the comfort of Alaric’s arms longer than our mornings usually allow. But all too soon, the moment we’ve spent basking in our joyous news is overshadowed by the awareness of the many responsibilities waiting beyond our private chamber. "The council will be gathering soon."Alaric growls softly, arms tightening around me in playful resistance. "They can wait," he counters, rolling to position his body above mine with careful weight distribution that somehow manages to be protective and passionate simultaneously. "I've just learned I'm going to be a father again. There are matters requiring immediate attention before affairs of state can possibly be addressed."The desire flowing through our connection ignites a matching response in me, political obligations temporarily fading beneath more primal considerations. This has been an unexpected gift from all we've endured together – passion deepened beyond anything I could have dreamed a