All Chapters of The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sage The healing wing feels different lately. Warmer somehow. Other healers have started asking my advice about herbs, and even some of the noble wolves bring their pups to me for minor scrapes. It's a small change, but it feels like finally finding solid ground after months of shifting sand."The silver-leaf poultice you suggested worked wonders," the head healer tells me, actually smiling. "Perhaps you could show me—"She stops mid-sentence, tension suddenly filling the air. In the hallway, wolves gather, whispers spreading like wildfire:"She's back—" "Her father insisted—" "The Alpha had no choice—"Then I catch a familiar floral scent, too sweet, too perfect, and my stomach drops.Eris glides through the healing wing like she never left, elegant even in supposed exile. Her father, Lord Alexander, follows with an entourage of nobles."My King," he addresses Alaric, who's appeared in the doorway. "I come seeking sanctuary for my daughter while I travel to handle urgent territorial

Sage "Perfect!" Iris claps as I complete the formal greeting sequence without stumbling. "You've really got this now."I straighten, surprised to find I'm no longer sore from maintaining proper posture. When did that become natural? Like my body's finally accepting its place in these halls."Should we go over the Northern territory bloodlines again?" I ask, moving to the familiar window seat in Iris's quarters. "I want to make sure I have all the connections straight before—"I stop, realizing I've picked up her favorite tea blend without thinking. When did I learn how she takes her tea? When did this room become somewhere I feel comfortable enough to move around freely?"Before what?" Iris prompts, but her knowing smile suggests she sees the thoughts crossing my face."Nothing." I busy myself with the tea. "Just want to be prepared.""Mmhmm." She accepts her cup – two sugars, no cream, exactly how she likes it. "You know, for someone who's 'just visiting', you've really gotten to kno

Sage Something's wrong. I feel it the moment I enter the healing wing - the way conversations stop, how wolves avoid my eyes. A mother pulls her pup away when I offer to check his cough."We'll wait for a proper healer," she says, not quite meeting my gaze.Proper healer. The words sting more than they should."Did you need anything?" I ask another wolf who usually seeks my help with chronic pain. She hurries past without responding.The whispers follow me like shadows: "—unknown methods—" "—strange herbs—" "—can't trust—"Understanding dawns slowly, painfully. Someone's been busy poisoning the pack against me."Troubling, isn't it?" Victoria's voice makes me stiffen. She stands with three other noble wolves, blocking my path to the herb storage. "How quickly trust can turn.""I don't know what you mean.""No?" She examines a bottle of my prepared medicine. "Interesting mixtures you make. Unknown herbs, strange combinations... who knows what might be in them?""Those medicines have he

Sage My fingers keep straying to my lips, still tingling from his kiss. From my first real kiss. Everything about it was different, better than the fantasies I’d conjured in my mind - the raw emotion in Alaric's eyes, the gentleness of his hands on my face, the way he held me like I was something precious. The memory of it makes me shiver - the way he gently but firmly demanded I let him in, the silk of his tongue sliding against mine as he dominated our kiss, showing me what to do. For a moment my lack of experience had gotten in my head, but then Alaric groaned, his sound of pleasure putting my mind at ease. He tasted of pine and winter wind and something wild that called to parts of me I didn't know existed. How his hands trembled slightly when they cupped my face, like he was touching something infinitely precious. The low sound he made when I gasped against his mouth, like something finally breaking free.It was so unlike the measured, controlled way he always carries himself.

Sage My hands shake as I try to memorize the ancient words. Three days seemed like plenty of time until now, hours before the ceremony."Again," Iris instructs, pacing our practice room. "And remember to keep your chin up this time.""I pledge my loyalty to this pack," I recite, "to honor its lands and protect its members. Under moon's witness, I choose this home, these wolves as mine—" My voice cracks on the last word."You've got this." Iris squeezes my hands. "Just like we practiced."But nothing feels practiced about the way my heart races, about the significance of what I'm about to do. For the first time in my life, I'm choosing where I belong.A knock interrupts us. Queen Helena enters, carrying something wrapped in silvery fabric."Every new pack member needs proper ceremony clothes," she says softly, unveiling a dress that steals my breath. Silver-white fabric shimmers like moonlight, delicate embroidery depicting healing herbs along the hem."I can't—" I start, but she shak