The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Alaric

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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 bigger building, like pieces moving into position.

“I’ll lead the northern patrol,” my father announces, already moving toward the door.

“You haven’t rested-”

“I’ll rest when our borders are secure.” But something in his voice, in the way he won’t quite meet my eyes…

“Father.” I catch his arm. “What aren’t you telling me?”

For a moment, his mask cracks. I see exhaustion, fear, and something that looks terrifyingly like goodbye.

“You’ve grown into a strong king,” he says quietly. “Better than I taught you to be, perhaps.”

“What are you-”

“The Northern territories grow restless.” He pulls away. “They’ve always resented Silver Crown’s authority. Always looked for weakness to exploit.”

“We know this,” I start, but he cuts me off.

“Do we? Do you understand what they’re willing to do? What they’ll sacrifice to gain control?”

A chill runs down my spine at his tone. “Father-”

“You trust too easily,” he continues. “Let emotions cloud judgment. The healer, this gathering of packs…” He shakes his head. “Some would call it weakness.”

“Some would call it strength,” I counter. “Unity against common threats-”

“Unity.” He laughs without humor. “Pretty words. But when real threats come… when hard choices must be made…”

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He trails off, studying battle maps again. His finger traces one particular defensive position with strange intensity.

“Just…” He hesitates. “Remember what I taught you. About protecting what matters. About necessary sacrifice.”

Before I can respond, howls split the air – attack signals from multiple directions.

“They’re here.” Something like relief crosses his face. “Right where I knew they’d come.”

Ice slides down my spine as pieces click together – his exhaustive study of certain positions, his careful positioning of specific warriors…

“Father, don’t—”

But he’s already moving, power rolling off him in waves. “Remember what matters, son. Remember what kings must sacrifice to protect it.”

The words hit like physical blows as I realize what he’s planned. But it’s too late to change what’s coming. And his choice was made long before today. He intends to fight and has already accepted he won’t be coming home.

But I’ll do everything in my considerable power to ensure he’s wrong about that.

More howls split the air. The attack begins. And my father moves like a wolf who’s chosen his final battle.

Through our bond, I feel Sage’s recognition of the sounds carrying across our borders – deeper than any normal wolf, twisted with something that shouldn’t exist in nature. These aren’t the mutant wolves we’ve faced before. These move with deadly purpose.

“Position the archers on the eastern ridge,” my father commands, already striding toward the door. His power fills the room, making lesser wolves bare their throats. “They’ll expect us to defend from the north, but watch the western approach.”

“The elite guard-“I start, but he cuts me off.

“Keep them here, protecting the heart of the pack.” His eyes find mine with an intensity that makes my beast stir uneasily. “The northern ridge is where the real fight will be.”

Garrett appears, face grim. “Multiple breaches along the borders. They’re moving in formation, coordinating their attacks.”

“Of course they are.” My father’s laugh holds no humor. “Did you think our enemies would be content with mindless beasts forever?”

The implications chill me. He knows something about these creatures, about who controls them. The knowledge he gained in the Eastern territories weighs heavy in his eyes.

“The northern ridge will fall first,” he says, moving with deadly purpose. “Unless someone holds it long enough for the eastern defenses to engage.”

Understanding hits as I recall the position he’s marked so carefully on his maps. The way he’s studied that exact defensive line with singular focus these past days.

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