All Chapters of The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alaric The last of the pack representatives have finally arrived and it’s time to get down to business. The great hall fills with more ranked wolves than it's held in generations. Representatives from every pack in my territories gather to face a threat none of us fully understand yet. Through the mate bond, I feel Sage's nervous energy from where she stands with other healers. Cassius watches her too intently from his position near Blackthorn's delegation, while Eris sits with Victoria's group on the opposite side. Their careful distance feels calculated, especially since she can’t seem to keep her eyes off him. Something about how the wolves arrange themselves catches my attention. Traditional allies sit apart, while packs that historically feuded now whisper together in corners. The usual political lines blur as new alliances form."Notice how Blackthorn's delegation splits their attention?" Garrett murmurs. "Half focused on defense discussions, half watching Sage's every move."

AlaricMy claws leave new gouges in the training room walls, but the destruction does nothing to ease my beast's rage. Her words echo in my head: "You're the one who believes Cassius's lies because it's easier than admitting you're terrified..."How dare she turn this around on me? Make me the villain when she's the one who—But did she? a traitorous voice whispers. Did you even give her a chance to explain?Through the mate bond, I feel her hurt, her anger. But when I catch glimpses of her throughout the day, she's smiling, laughing with other healers like nothing's wrong. Like our fight meant nothing."The Northern Alliance needs immediate response about defense strategies," Garrett interrupts my brooding. "And three more territories report attacks."Right. I'm the Lycan King before anything else. Personal drama can't interfere with duty.But passing the great hall, I freeze at the sound of her laughter. She stands with a group of visiting healers, apparently sharing some joke. Not a

Sage Focusing on work is the only thing keeping me sane. As long as there are wounds to heal, herbs to prepare, techniques to teach... I can almost ignore the constant ache of the mate bond. Almost.“He tries to apologize,” Aura reminds me for the hundredth time.“After believing the worst about us,” I counter, grinding herbs with more force than necessary. “After letting Cassius manipulate him so easily.”But even as I maintain my cold distance, I feel Alaric's presence nearby. He's been finding excuses to stay close all morning, though I refuse to acknowledge him.The first howl of warning barely registers - we've grown used to attacks. But the second howl carries notes I've never heard before, pure terror that makes my blood freeze.They bring the first victims in seconds later - warriors torn almost beyond recognition. The wounds... Moon goddess, I've never seen corruption like this."Lady Sage!" The head healer's voice carries panic. "We need you. Now!"I move without thinking, h

Alaric The packhouse feels almost empty after weeks of hosting ranked wolves from every territory. Through our bond, I feel Sage's relief at returning to normal duties without hostile noble wolves watching her every move."The gathering served its purpose," Garrett reports, spreading territory maps across my desk. "Most packs agree to coordinate defenses now."But something nags at me about Cassius's too-perfect departure. About Eris's careful absence from political maneuvering these past days…A commotion at the gates interrupts my thoughts. My father's scent hits me before I see him - Perseus, returned from his month-long diplomatic mission to the far eastern territories."The attacks spread further than we knew," he announces without preamble, striding into my study. The journey has aged him somehow, left new lines around his eyes. "Every pack I visited reported similar patterns."Through our bond, I feel Sage's instant tension at my father's return. But there's no time to reassure

Alaric My father hasn't slept in two days. I watch him drill warriors until their arms shake, his own exhaustion carefully hidden beneath Alpha power. But I notice how his hands tremble slightly when he demonstrates moves, how his eyes constantly scan our borders."The northern defenses need reinforcement," he insists during morning council. Battle maps cover every surface, certain positions marked with peculiar intensity. "Here, and here. They'll expect us to guard the eastern approach...""They?" Garrett asks carefully. "Do we have specific intelligence about—""Experience," my father cuts him off. "Some threats follow patterns, if you know where to look."Through the mate bond, I feel Sage's concern as she watches from her position with the healers. She sees it too - the way he studies certain defensive positions with almost desperate focus.Reports flood in throughout the day - multiple attacks along our borders, each more coordinated than the last. The patterns suggest something