All Chapters of The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AlaricDawn hasn't quite broken when I wake with Sage curled against my chest, silver-blonde hair spilling across my arm. The mate bond hums with contentment despite the residual tension between us. Last night, after our confrontation, after tears and explanations and careful steps toward reconciliation, she let me hold her. Let me press kisses to her face, her throat, anywhere I could reach, and I have a very long reach, while whispering all the things I should have told her months ago."You're staring," she murmurs without opening her eyes."Can't help it." I trace her cheek with my thumb. "You're beautiful in the morning light. I’ve never seen anything more stunning."She tries to maintain her stern expression but the bond betrays her pleasure at my words. "Sweet talking won't get you completely forgiven.""No?" I nuzzle her neck where my mark should be, will be someday. "What about this?"Her breath catches. "Still angry with you.""I know." I press a kiss to her pulse point. "You

Alaric The royal seal hardens in red wax as I press it into the last summons. Not invitations - I can't leave this to choice. Every pack in my territories will send representatives, whether they like it or not. If we’re to defeat these aberrations, these vile, warped insults to the name of wolf, we’ll have to find a way to work together.Besides, something tells me these malicious creatures are merely puppets while someone with power and wealth is pulling the strings. Having them all in one place will give me the chance to learn more about who that might be. But I keep that suspicion to myself for now. "The Northern Alliance won't take kindly to being commanded," Garrett observes, watching me work."They'll take even less kindly to being destroyed piece by piece." I hand him the stack of sealed documents. "Send our fastest messengers. I want these delivered personally to every Alpha."Through the mate bond, I feel Sage's approval from where she sits nearby, pretending to be engrossed

Sage “Hello again, my little mate.” The audacity of those words, combined with the smug look on his face, is enough to send fire through my veins, burning through the ice that’s held me frozen. I feel the sting of my hand on his face before I even realize I’ve moved. A collective gasp fills the silence that descended as the gathered dignitaries watched our exchange with baited breath. His head snaps to the side from the force of my blow, but when he turns back, his eyes glitter with something that makes my stomach turn. Not anger - appreciation. Like I've done exactly what he hoped I would."Such spirit," he purrs, touching his reddening cheek almost lovingly. "I always knew it was there, buried beneath all that... submission." His tongue darts out to wet his lips. "How delightful to see it finally surface."My skin crawls at the way he looks at me - like I'm a prize that's only become more valuable. Like my newfound strength just makes the game more interesting. "You dare strike a

Sage My heart pounds with every shadow as I make my way to Alaric's quarters. Even at midnight, the packhouse isn't completely quiet - visiting wolves everywhere make sneaking around much more complicated.“You smell of desire,” Aura teases. “Anyone with a nose will know where you're going.”“Not helping,” I tell her, pressing against a wall as voices approach.When I finally reach his door, it opens before I can knock. Alaric pulls me inside and immediately pins me to the wall, his mouth claiming mine hungrily."Took you long enough," he growls against my lips."Some of us can't just order everyone away," I gasp as his lips find my neck. "Had to wait for the halls to clear..."His hands slide under my nightdress. "Good girl, wearing something easy to remove."Heat pools in my core at his words, at his touch. Growing bold, I reach for the buttons of his shirt, wanting to explore him the way he always explores me. His ragged purr when my hands roam the bare skin of his chest tells me h

Sage The healing wing buzzes with activity as visiting healers watch me demonstrate techniques for treating mutant wolf wounds. Even with Cassius's presence casting a shadow over the gathering, I refuse to shrink from my duties."The silver-leaf mixture is key," I explain, showing them proper proportions. "Combined with moonflower essence...""Just like the ancient texts described," one elderly healer murmurs with respect. "For so long, we believed none of it was true. But you do it instinctively."“Because it's in our blood,” Aura reminds me. “Our heritage is growing stronger each day.”A commotion outside draws attention - more injured warriors arriving from border patrols. I move immediately to help, other healers falling in naturally beside me."Thank the moon you're here," one warrior grits through pain. "Traditional methods barely touch these wounds anymore."I notice Cassius watching from the doorway, his face unreadable as pack members defer to my expertise. Whatever poison he