The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 111

Sage

The ancient text blurs before my tired eyes as I search for anything that might help our situation. I’ve been in the library since dawn, surrounded by dusty tomes about healing pack history, hoping to find some precedent, some loophole in the laws Eris is using against us.

dangerous powers-“The whispered fragment catches my attention as two noble wolves pass nearby. remember what happened to her family’s pack-”

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“Destroyed for good reason, I heard,” the other responds, just loud enough to ensure I hear. “Some abilities are too unpredictable to be trusted.”

Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s protective instinct spike at their words, but I send back calming energy. Let them whisper. Every reaction just gives Eris more ammunition.

“You should rest.” Iris appears beside me, frowning at the dark circles under my eyes. “You’ve been at this for hours.”

“I’m fine.” But my hands shake slightly as I turn another brittle page. “There has to be something here, some explanation for why these laws were really created.”

“My lady?” A young healer hovers nervously in the doorway. “We have injured warriors from the morning patrol…”

I rise immediately, grateful for the excuse to do something useful. But as I pass through the halls, I notice how wolves draw back slightly, how mothers pull their pups closer. Eris’s poison spreads faster than any corruption from the mutant wolves.

The healing wing falls quiet when I enter, conversations dying mid–sentence. I spot one of Eris’s allies demonstrating “traditional” healing methods to a group of attentive wolves.

“-safer methods,” she’s saying. “Ones that have served our packs for generations without… incident.”

The implied criticism hangs heavy in the air as I begin treating the wounded warriors. Some still accept my help gratefully, but others eye my glowing hands with new suspicion.

“Lady Sage.” Eris’s honeyed voice makes my skin crawl as she glides into the healing wing. “So dedicated to your… work. Though one wonders if perhaps traditional methods might be more appropriate? Given recent concerns about the unpredictable nature of certain abilities…”

“These warriors need healing,” I say quietly, continuing my work. “Their lives matter more than politics.”

“Of course.” Her smile could cut glass. “Though speaking of politics, I’ve been researching the healing packs‘ history. Such fascinating records about why they were destroyed. About the dangers of unchecked power…”

I notice how she’s positioned herself to ensure maximum audience for this performance. How the gathered wolves lean forward, eager for more hints about my supposedly dangerous heritage.

“The council found the records quite illuminating,” she continues. “Especially regarding certain… incidents. Abilities that grew beyond control. Entire packs wiped out…”

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Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s fury building as he catches fragments of her words from elsewhere in the packhouse. But we both know any intervention will just prove her point about my influence over him.

“If you’ll excuse me,” I manage with dignity intact, “these warriors need attention.”

But her poison lingers, spreading whispers that follow me everywhere:

-powers too dangerous-” “what if she loses control-”

“-entire packs destroyed–““–powers too dangerous-

Later, seeking refuge in the library again, I find documents conspicuously placed where others will see them – records of the healing packs‘ destruction, carefully edited to emphasize the most dramatic accounts.

“Don’t let her get to you,” Alaric murmurs, materializing beside me. He picks up the planted documents with barely contained rage. “This is exactly what she wants.”

“I know.” I lean into him slightly, drawing strength from his presence. “But she’s playing this perfectly. Every defense just proves her point about me being dangerous. About my influence over you clouding your judgment. And she’s not alone this time. She has the whole Northern territory standing with her.

“This isn’t just some jealous she–wolf who can’t stand to see someone she considers unworthy to command your attention. That may have been all it was before. But now, with half your kingdom in support of her suit, this is a fight I have no idea how to win.”

His arms wrap around me as he breathes in my scent. Through our bond, I feel his beast’s need to defend warring with political necessity.

“We’ll find a way,” he promises against my hair. “We’ll prove—”

But something in the text before me catches my eye. A detail about when certain laws were written…

“Alaric, look at this.” My fingers trace the date with trembling excitement. “These laws about royal mates… they were created after the healing packs were destroyed. Not before.”

His body goes still as he reads over my shoulder. “Which means…”

“They were written specifically to prevent healing pack members from gaining political power.” The realization hits us both. “To ensure no one with our abilities could ever claim a throne.”

Hope flares between us through the bond. Finally, proof that these laws weren’t just tradition but calculated political manipulation.

But before we can explore this further, screams erupt from the healing wing. We rush toward the sound to find one of Eris’s supporters collapsed dramatically on the floor.

“She did something to me!” The wolf points a shaking finger at me. “Her powers… something went wrong…”

I start to protest, but the damage is already spreading – wolves backing away, mothers shielding pups, warriors fingering weapons uncertainly.

And in the doorway, Eris watches with perfect satisfaction as her latest scheme unfolds exactly as planned.

Through our bond, Alaric’s rage meets my resignation. Because this is just the beginning – Eris won’t stop until

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