The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 110

“The council demands an answer, my King.” Lord Marcus’s voice grates on my last nerve as I stare out my study window. Below, I can see Sage in the garden, her silver–blonde hair catching morning light. Through our bond, I feel her trying to stay strong despite the whispers that follow her now.

“I’ve given them my answer.” My voice could freeze the blood in their veins. “Multiple times.”

“The Northern territories grow impatient.” He presses on despite my obvious dismissal. “Lady Eris’s offer of alliance-”

“Is neither wanted nor needed.” I turn from the window, letting my power fill the room. “Was I unclear about that?”

The elder shifts uncomfortably but doesn’t back down. “The laws are quite specific, my King. A royal mate must meet certain requirements-”

“Laws can be changed.”

“Not these.” Now Victoria’s father steps forward from where he’s been lurking in the doorway. “They are woven into the very fabric of our society. To break them would be to invite chaos.”

Through our bond, I feel Sage’s spike of anxiety as Eris sweeps past her in the garden, deliberately bumping her shoulder. My beast snarls at the insult to our mate, but revealing that bond now would only make things worse.

“Lady Eris has already begun moving her things to the Luna suite,” Victoria’s father continues smoothly. “As is traditional for a future-”

The wood of my desk splinters under my hands. “Who gave that order?”

“The council felt-”

“Get. Out.” My eyes bleed amber as power floods the room. “Now.”

They retreat, but not before I catch their exchanged glances. They think they can force my hand by creating these situations, by making things appear inevitable.

I find Garrett waiting in the hallway. “The elders are gathering again,” he reports grimly. “They’re discussing ways to formally block your choice of mate.”

“Let them try.” But we both know it’s not that simple. Every move I make to defend Sage will be used as proof that I’m letting emotion override duty.

“They’re going to keep pushing Eris,” he continues as we walk. “The political advantages-

“I don’t care if she brings all the Northern territories with her.” I round on my Beta. “I will not mate with her.” “Then you need to find a way around these laws. Because right now, they have tradition on their side.”

He’s right, damn him. But watching Eris parade through my packhouse like she already owns it, seeing how she

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deliberately flaunts her “proper bloodline” at every opportunity….

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A commotion draws my attention. I find Eris’s servants trying to move Sage’s things from the Luna suite.

“What is the meaning of this?” My voice carries deadly calm.

“The council ordered-” one servant starts.

“I don’t care what the council ordered.I am king here and my orders are the only ones you will follow.” Power rolls off me in waves. “Put everything back. Now.”

“My King.” Eris appears like she’s been waiting for this moment. “The Luna suite traditionally belongs to the future queen. As the council has made clear-”

“The council has made nothing clear.” I stalk toward her, satisfied when she takes an involuntary step back. ” And you are not, nor will you ever be, queen.”

Her perfect mask slips slightly. “The laws—”

“Do not give you or the council authority to make these decisions.” I turn to her servants. “Get out. Anyone I find trying to move Lady Sage’s belongings will answer directly to me.

They scatter, but Eris maintains her ground. “You can’t fight tradition forever, my King. Sooner or later, you’ll have to do what’s best for the kingdom.”

“What’s best for the kingdom is not having you anywhere near its throne.” I lean closer, dropping my voice.” Push me again, Eris. See what happens.”

She retreats, but her smile holds victory. “The elders have called another meeting. They expect their king’s attendance… and cooperation.”

Through our bond, I feel Sage’s triumph at seeing Eris dismissed warring with her fear of these political games. I want nothing more than to go to her, to hold her and promise that none of this matters.

But it does matter. Every move is watched, every interaction analyzed for signs that I’m too emotionally involved to rule properly.

The elders wait in the council chamber, their faces grave as I enter. More ancient scrolls litter the table – they’ve been busy finding new ways to try forcing my hand.

“My King.” The head elder rises. “We must insist—”

“No.”

“You haven’t heard-”

“The answer is still no.” I meet each of their eyes. “I don’t care what other laws you’ve dug up. I don’t care what political advantages you think you’ve found. I will not mate with Eris.”

“Then you leave us no choice.” Victoria’s father produces another scroll. “By pack law, if a king’s choice of mate is deemed unsuitable, the council can—‘

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The scroll burns to ash in my hand. “Choose your next words very carefully.”

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