All Chapters of The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alaric She moves through the training grounds with growing confidence now, no longer trying to make herself invisible. My beast purrs watching younger wolves seek her out, seeing her slowly claim her place in our pack. In the morning sun, her silver-blonde hair catches light like starfire."My King." Garrett's voice pulls me from my vigil. If his use of my title instead of my name didn’t, his expression tells me everything before he speaks. "Three more packs report attacks. The mutations are spreading."Ice slides down my spine as I read the reports. The attacks follow a pattern, but one that makes no sense - small packs and large ones, traditional and progressive, no clear connection except growing brutality."The Northern Alliance is demanding action," Garrett continues. "They say as Lycan King—""I know what I am." I rub the back of my neck, cringing when the words come out sharper than intended.The council chamber buzzes with tension when I enter. Lord Marcus stands first, his ag

Sage The packhouse has transformed into something from a fairy tale. Everywhere I look, servants hang crystal decorations that catch sunlight like trapped stars. The great hall, usually imposing with its ancient stone walls, now sparkles with silver and gold."No, no," Iris calls to workers arranging flowers. "The moonflowers need to be closer to the head table. They're Sage's signature after all."My chest warms at her casual inclusion of me in these royal preparations. But anxiety follows close behind - so much grandeur, so many protocols to remember."Stop thinking so loud," Iris scolds, linking her arm through mine. "You've got this. Though..." Her grin turns mischievous. "We should probably work on your dancing.""My what?""You don't think you're getting through a royal ball without dancing, do you?" She drags me toward the training hall, now cleared for dance practice. "Garrett! Perfect timing!"The Beta looks up from his paperwork, immediately suspicious of her tone. "Whatever

Alaric My beast roars as Daphne's words echo through the silent ballroom. Sage stands frozen beside me, her scent sharp with fear and confusion. Every instinct demands I tear out Daphne's throat for threatening our mate, but I'm painfully aware of hundreds of eyes watching how the Lycan King handles this crisis."That's enough." My voice cuts through the whispers. "Your presence here is unwelcome, given your history of false accusations.""False?" Daphne's eyes widen with practiced innocence. "You mean when I tried to warn my pack about harboring an unknown wolf?" She turns to address the crowd. "I admit I was hasty in my judgment then. The evidence seemed so clear at the time...""The evidence you fabricated?" Power rolls off me in waves. "The lies that nearly got an innocent omega executed?""I was wrong about that specific incident," she concedes smoothly. "But my instincts about her weren't entirely misplaced. I was only trying to protect my pack from someone with... uncertain ori

Sage Three days. Three days of silence broken only by the soft scrape of meal trays being left outside my door. Three days of nothing but my own thoughts spinning darker with each passing hour.Guards murmur outside my room, changing shifts at regular intervals. Sometimes I hear wolves pass in the hall, their whispers carrying fragments that cut like knives: "—definitely poison—" "—just like they said—" "—can't trust—"Not even Iris, with her perpetual positive attitude, comes to visit. But it's Alaric's absence that breaks me. After everything - his promises to protect me, to face things together - he's just... gone. No word, no explanation..My pendant feels heavy against my throat as I pace the confines of my room for the hundredth time. What if they're right? What if somewhere in my missing memories lurks the monster they claim?The door's lock clicks suddenly, making me jump. Alaric fills the doorway, power rolling off him in waves. But his face... Moon Goddess, his face is cold

Sage The first rays of dawn filter through my window as I stretch languidly, every muscle pleasantly sore in ways I never knew possible. The bed beside me is empty but still warm, Alaric's scent of pine and winter wind lingering on the pillows. He stayed all night, then, holding me close as I drifted to sleep.My cheeks heat remembering everything we did, the ways he touched me, the places he kissed. I never knew such pleasure existed, never imagined one person could make another feel so much. At Blackthorn, the mated pairs were discreet, and no one discussed such intimate matters with a wolfless omega.But Alaric... he showed me things I didn't even know to want. Made my body sing with sensations I had no words for. Even now, my skin tingles remembering his reverent touches, the way he whispered "sweetling" against my skin like a prayer.I touch my neck where he left marks - not a claiming bite, but evidence of his passion nonetheless. The memory of how they got there makes me shiv