Semua Bab The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Alaric Her scent lingers on my skin – honeysuckle and rain, with an undertone of something ancient that calls to my wolf. I force my attention back to the council meeting, where raised voices echo off stone walls."Three more attacks in as many days," Garrett reports, pointing to marked locations on the territory map. "The pattern is clear – they're testing our defenses.""Then we strengthen them," Elder Marcus growls. "Double the patrols, set more wards—""And stretch our resources thinner?" Another council member interrupts. "We're already—""Enough." I don't raise my voice, but the authority in it silences the room. My lycan paces beneath my skin, agitated by the threats to our territory, to our mate—I clamp down on that thought. Hard.Movement at the door catches my eye. Ms. Winters, our ancient librarian, hovers at the threshold, her wire-rimmed glasses glinting in the morning light. Her gaze holds mine with unusual intensity."The wards along the northern border," I say, turni

Alaric Dawn hasn't broken yet, but sleep is impossible. My lycan paces restlessly, replaying yesterday's confrontation with Sage in the rain. The way her silver-blonde hair clung to her skin. The defiance in those violet eyes. The scent of her – honeysuckle and rain and something that calls to every primitive instinct I possess.“Mate,” Phantom growls. “Protect.”But how do I protect someone who sees safety as a cage?"You look like shit." Garrett strides into my office without knocking, dropping a stack of reports on my desk.I glare at him. "Your timing is impeccable, as always.""You're going to want to hear this." All humor leaves his face. "Blue Moon Pack was hit last night. Three omegas taken."The wood of my chair splinters under my grip. "Taken? Not killed?""No bodies found. But the survivors reported the mutant wolves seemed... selective. They ignored stronger wolves to target the omegas specifically."Images flash through my mind – Sage alone in the healing wing, Sage wande

Sage Dawn paints the training field in shades of gold as we gather for morning practice. I'm still sore from yesterday, but a different kind of tension thrums through me as I watch Alaric demonstrate today's defensive moves. His powerful frame moves with fluid grace, and I force myself to focus on the technique rather than the way his training shirt clings to his shoulders."You're staring," Iris whispers, appearing at my elbow."I'm studying his form," I protest, heat climbing into my cheeks."Oh, I bet you are." She grins wickedly. "Want to hear about the time he fell into the creek trying to show off for a pretty wolf?""Iris—""Partner up!" Alaric's command cuts through the morning air. Before I can move, Iris grabs my arm."You're with me today." Her smile promises trouble. "Time for some bestie bonding."We square off on the training mats. Iris moves into the first defensive stance, and I mirror her, remembering yesterday's lessons."Did you know," she says conversationally as w

Sage The scent of healing herbs usually calms me, but today even the familiar routine of sorting leaves and roots can't quiet my nerves. The servants' whispers echo through the healing wing like falling leaves:"—alliance meeting—" "—King Perseus himself suggested—" "—perfect match, really—"I focus harder on the yarrow leaves in my hands, trying to make myself smaller, invisible. But invisibility is impossible when Eris sweeps through the door with King Perseus himself, her voice carrying with practiced precision."The Northern borders have always been our primary concern," she's saying. "My father's pack has defended that territory for generations.""Indeed." Perseus's cold approval makes me want to shrink into the shadows. "Your knowledge of pack politics is... refreshing."His gaze slides over me like I'm less than nothing. Eris's smile shows just a hint of fang."Oh, Sage dear," she trills. "Those leaves are for fever reduction. The healing wing really should have someone more...

SageThe moon is my only witness as I slip from the packhouse. Three hours until dawn – I've learned to measure time by shadows and silence. Blackthorn taught me that, along with how to move unseen, how to become nothing more than a whisper in the dark.My small bag weighs heavy against my back, filled with only essentials. No luxuries from the closet that was never mine. No delusions about belonging.The first guard patrol passes below my window – right on schedule. They're clockwork in their movements, just like at Blackthorn. Different pack, same predictable patterns. I count their steps until they round the corner, then ease into the shadows of the garden.The irony isn't lost on me as I use the defensive moves from training to avoid detection. Keep low, stay aware, use your surroundings. Alaric's voice echoes in my head, and I shove away the ache in my chest at the thought of him.A twig snaps nearby. I freeze, pressing against rough bark, barely breathing. Two guards pass so clos