The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 109

Time seems to freeze as Eris’s words hang in the air. Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s fury building like a storm, but outwardly he maintains that deadly calm that makes lesser wolves bare their throats.

“These laws,” Eris continues, her perfect smile never wavering, “are quite specific about the requirements for a royal mate.” She unrolls the ancient scroll with deliberate slowness, clearly savoring every moment. ” Particularly regarding bloodlines and… certain natural abilities a queen must possess.”

My heart pounds so loudly I’m sure everyone can hear it. Victoria’s smirk grows wider as she moves to stand beside Eris, their alliance now clear to everyone.

“Perhaps,” Victoria’s father suggests smoothly, “we should discuss this privately, my King? Such delicate matters-”

“No.” Alaric’s tone brooks no argument. “You want to challenge my choice publicly? Then do it properly. Read the laws, Eris. All of them.”

Through our bond, I feel his silent command: Stand tall, sweetling. Show them your strength.

“As you wish.” Eris’s eyes glitter with triumph as she begins reading: “By ancient decree, the Lycan King’s mate must possess three qualities – noble bloodline traceable through at least five generations, a wolf of proven strength, and the ability to produce heirs of pure lycan blood.”

Whispers ripple through the gathered wolves. I catch fragments that cut like knives: “-no bloodline at all—“” -wasn’t even born with a wolf–““–tainted bloodline could weaken-‘

“These laws were written in a different time,” Lord Harrison argues, but even he sounds uncertain. “Surely modern considerations-”

“The law is the law.” Victoria’s father steps forward. “Our King above all must uphold our most sacred

traditions.”

Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s growing rage warring with political necessity. His beast demands blood for this insult to his mate, but his crown demands diplomacy.

“How fortunate,” Eris continues, her voice carrying perfectly, “that a solution presents itself. The Northern territories offer alliance through proper channels – my own hand in marriage, uniting our bloodlines and strengthening the kingdom against these growing threats.”

More whispers follow – not all hostile now. Some wolves nod thoughtfully, clearly seeing the political advantages. Even those who supported me seem to waver as they consider the benefits of such an alliance.

“A strong kingdom needs a strong queen,” Victoria adds, moving to stand with the Northern delegation. “One who understands protocol, who can navigate alliances…” Her eyes cut to me dismissively. “Not some stray with questionable origins.”

I feel Alaric’s fury spike through our bond, but before he can speak, the head elder steps forward.

“These laws exist for good reason,” he says gravely. “The Lycan bloodline must remain pure, must remain

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“And what of the healing she brought us?” Iris demands, moving to stand beside me. “What of the lives she’s saved?”

“No one questions Lady Sage’s… contributions,” Victoria’s father says smoothly. “But being a useful member of the pack is not the same as being qualified to rule it.”

Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s control slipping. His beast demands retribution for these insults, but revealing our mate bond now would only make things worse. They’d see it as more proof he’s letting emotions cloud his judgment.

“The Northern territories grow restless,” Eris reminds everyone. “Attacks increase on all borders. Can we truly afford to ignore this chance for alliance? To let personal attachment override the good of the kingdom?”

More wolves nod at her words. I see the calculation in their eyes – weighing sentiment against survival. Even Lord Harrison looks troubled now, clearly seeing the political advantages of such a match.

“Perhaps,” Victoria suggests with false sympathy, “Lady Sage could be given an official position in the healing wing? A proper title to recognize her service without overstepping…”

The implied insult makes Alaric’s power flood the room. Wolves stumble back as his barely contained rage rolls over them in waves.

“Enough.” His voice holds a deadly calm that frightens me more than any roar. “You’ve made your point. Now leave us.”

“My King-” Eris starts.

“I said leave.” The Alpha command in his voice makes even the Northern wolves bare their throats. “All of you. Now.”

They file out slowly, some still whispering, others shooting calculating glances between Alaric and me. Victoria’s triumphant smirk as she passes makes my hands shake with suppressed emotion.

Only when the last wolf leaves does Alaric’s control finally snap. His roar of rage shakes the very foundations of the packhouse as he puts his fist through the nearest wall.

“I’ll kill them.” His eyes bleed pure amber as he paces like a caged animal. “I’ll tear them apart for daring-”

“Alaric.” I reach for him through our bond, trying to calm his fury. “They planned this perfectly. Used the laws, your position, everything against us…”

“I don’t care about laws.” He rounds on me, power rolling off him in waves. “You are my mate. My queen. And I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you from me.”

But we both know it’s not that simple. The political implications alone… Through our bond, I feel his beast’s need to claim me warring with his crown’s demands.

And somewhere in the packhouse, Eris celebrates her victory while the nobles whisper about laws and alliances and the good of the kingdom.

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