The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 113

“Where is she?”

The wolf chained before me flinches at my tone, throat bared in instinctive submission. He reeks of fear – not just of punishment, but of something deeper. Someone more dangerous than even his king.

“My King, please…” His eyes dart to the guards, to Garrett, to anywhere but me. “If they find out I spoke…”

“They?” Power floods the dungeon cell. “Or she?”

–

His silence is answer enough. Through our bond, I feel Sage’s pain even from here – each breath sharp with broken ribs, each movement an agony as she refuses magical healing that might frighten the pack further. The rage building in my chest threatens to shatter my control.

“You will tell me everything.” My voice holds deadly calm. “Every word she spoke. Every coin she paid. Every promise she made. Or I will show you exactly why they call me the Lycan King.”

“She’ll kill me.” The words burst from him. “Lady Eris, she… she has ways. Powers from the North. She said we’d be heroes, protecting the pack from dangerous magic. Said the council would understand…”

“The council?” New fury rises. “Who on the council?”

But he clamps his mouth shut, terror of Eris overwhelming even my command. I leave him to his chains, his fear of her stronger than any torture I could devise. For now.

“Four more in the cells,” Garrett reports as we climb the dungeon steps. “All telling similar stories. Payments traced to Northern accounts, meetings with Eris’s supporters…”

“Not enough to prove her direct involvement.”

“No. She’s too clever for that.” His face darkens. “But the patterns are clear to anyone willing to see them.”

The council chambers explode with argument when I enter. Victoria’s father rises first, his practiced concern failing to hide his satisfaction at this crisis.

“My King, surely imprisonment is an overreaction? These were concerned pack members-”

“Who nearly killed a noble wolf under my protection.” Ice coats each word. “Or did you miss the healers‘ reports? The broken ribs? The internal bleeding?”

“Regrettable.” Lord Marcus steps forward. “But their fears are understandable, given recent displays of… uncertain powers.”

“Uncertain?” The temperature in the room drops. “Like the power that saved us from mutant wolves? That healed our wounded? That protected your worthless lives?”

“The very power that made the ancient healing packs too dangerous to continue.” Eris glides into the chamber, perfect timing as always. “Power that drove them to madness, to violence… to extinction.”

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Through our bond, I feel Sage’s consciousness stirring. Feel her determination even through the pain. Don’t let them bait you, she sends. That’s exactly what they want.

“If you have evidence linking these attacks to outside forces,” Victoria’s father suggests smoothly, “the council would of course support fuller investigation. But without proof…”

“They acted alone?” My laugh holds no humor. “Five wolves with Northern banking connections just happened to coordinate an attack on my chosen mate?”

“Your… attachment to Lady Sage is understandable.” Eris’s sympathy sounds rehearsed. “But imprisoning pack members without evidence, against council recommendation… some might question if personal feelings are clouding your judgment.”

Before I can respond, the chamber doors open. My mother enters, her grace masking steel as she takes her place beside me. Iris follows, carrying a thick folder.

“The healers‘ full report,” my sister announces, spreading photographs across the council table. “Detailed documentation of systematic injuries. Not random violence – coordinated attack points designed to cause maximum damage while avoiding fatal wounds.”

The images tell their own story – brutal evidence of calculated violence. Some council members shift uncomfortably, their certainty wavering.

“Professional technique,” Helena observes coolly. “Almost like they were… trained.”

The implication hangs heavy. Northern wolves are known for their combat training, their precise attack patterns.

“And these bank records.” Iris produces more documents. “Transfers from Northern accounts through three shell companies. Quite sophisticated for simple pack members acting on fear.”

I feel the council’s mood shifting. Even Victoria’s father looks uneasy now. Only Eris maintains her perfect

composure.

“Circumstantial at best,” she dismisses. “And irrelevant to the larger issue the danger of having uncertain powers so close to our throne. Powers that could corrupt our future bloodline…”

“Interesting you should mention bloodlines.” Sage’s voice makes every head turn. She stands in the doorway, one arm wrapped around her ribs, but her spine straight with dignity. Through our bond, I feel the pain each breath costs her.

“The records we found about the healing packs‘ destruction?” She moves carefully to the table. “They show the laws about royal mates were written after the purge. Almost like someone wanted to ensure no healing wolf could ever gain real power again.”

Eris’s mask slips for just a moment – a flash of calculation that confirms everything.

“Lady Sage should be resting.” Victoria hurries forward with false concern. “In her condition…”

“I’m exactly where I need to be.” Sage meets my eyes, her strength flowing through our bond. “Showing the council exactly what some wolves will do to keep power where they think it belongs.”

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Some noble wolves begin to protest but a burst of my aura silences the room. fris takes advantage of the quiet to continue presenting her findings to the council as Sage and I listen with keen interest.

The evidence piles higher with each document Iris presents. More council members shift uncomfortably as the pattern becomes clear – not just random violence, but a coordinated effort to remove a threat to certain political

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