Semua Bab The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Alaric She feels impossibly small in my arms, her silver-blonde hair spilling over my jacket wrapped around her shoulders. My wolf paces beneath my skin, torn between rage at those who hurt her and the desperate need to protect.I carry her to my private quarters – the most secure rooms in the packhouse. No one enters here without my explicit permission, and right now, I don't trust anyone else to keep her safe."Brother?" Iris appears in the doorway as I lay Sage on my bed. Her eyes widen at the sight of the chains' marks on Sage's wrists. "I'll kill her.""Not if I get to her first." The words come out more growl than speech. "Stay with her?"Iris nods, already moving to check Sage's injuries. "What are you going to do?""What I should have done weeks ago."I find Eris in her quarters, guards posted outside. She's clearly been expecting me, perched elegantly on a settee like this is a social call."My King," she smiles. "I trust you've secured the thief?""Interesting choice," I say

Sage The healing wing has become my sanctuary over the past weeks, but this morning even that peace is shattered. Lady Victoria reclines on an examination table, holding her wrist as though it's made of glass."Such primitive methods," she murmurs as I grind herbs for a poultice. "In my family's pack, we have actual healers. Ones with proper training. And wolves, of course."I focus on my task, trying to ignore the other noble she-wolves who've suddenly developed various minor ailments requiring treatment. They cluster around Victoria like perfectly groomed vultures."The traditional healing arts are passed down through bloodlines," Lady Eleanor adds. "Though I suppose without knowing your family history, you wouldn't understand such things."The mortar and pestle nearly crack under my grip. I think of my pendant, of half-remembered songs about moonlight and healing. But those vague memories won't help me here."The poultice is ready," I say instead, keeping my voice steady. "For your

Alaric Blood soaks into the ground at my feet, but for once it's not from enemies. Three of my best warriors lie writhing in pain, their wounds refusing to heal. The mutant wolves' latest attack was coordinated, precise - and their claws leave marks that resist our strongest healing magic.But even as I kneel beside my injured men, my beast claws beneath my skin, sensing Sage's distress through a bond she doesn't know exists. The conflicting pulls of duty tear at me - protect my warriors, protect my mate, protect my pack. All while maintaining the facade of cold control everyone expects from their Lycan King."Alpha." Garrett's voice draws me back. "The council is gathering. They're demanding answers."Of course they are. I leave my warriors in the healers' care, though something tells me traditional methods won't be enough this time.The council chamber buzzes with tension when I enter. Victoria holds court among the noble wolves, her golden hair arranged to display her family's cere

AlaricShe moves through the garden like a ghost in moonlight, her silver-blonde hair catching starlight as she mechanically sorts herbs. Even from my office window, I can see the shadows under her eyes, the slight tremor in her hands.My beast rages beneath my skin, remembering how she flinched from my touch yesterday. How she curled into herself, making her already small frame tiny with fear. The urge to hunt down everyone who hurt her wars with the need to gather her close and never let go."The noble families are demanding a response," Garrett says behind me. "Victoria's father—""Can go fuck himself.""Alaric."I turn from the window reluctantly. "I know. Politics. Alliances. The same bullshit that lets them hurt what's mine.""What's yours?" His eyebrows rise. "Have you told her yet?"I growl in response, which is answer enough.The meeting with Victoria and the noble families is mercifully brief. She plays her part perfectly - wide eyes, practiced confusion about why anyone woul

Alaric Her scent lingers on my hand where our fingers intertwined in the library last night. Honeysuckle and rain, with that underlying hint of something ancient that calls to my beast in ways I can't explain. I should be focusing on territory reports, but all I can think about is how she leaned into me slightly, trusting despite everything."Is that my brother with a dopey smile on his face?." Iris lounges in my office doorway, grinning. "You’re thinking about her, aren’t you.""I don't smile dopey," I growl, but there's no heat in it."You kind of do," Garrett adds, appearing behind her. "It's disturbing, actually.""Don't you two have duties? Besides tormenting your Alpha?""And miss this entertainment?" Iris's eyes dance. "Never."Garrett tries to pull her away, but she dances out of his reach. "Come on, menace. Let's leave his brooding in peace.""Fine." She sighs dramatically. "But only because you asked so nicely."Their playful bickering fades down the hall, leaving me with th