The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Sage

The elders corner me in the library, their timing perfect – just when Alaric is occupied with border patrols and can’t intervene through our bond.

“My dear.” Lord Marcus’s concern sounds almost genuine. “We’ve been discussing how to help ease these… tensions in the pack.”

I mark my place in the ancient text I’ve been studying, noting how they’ve positioned themselves between me and the door. “Have you?”

“This imprisonment situation has everyone on edge.” Victoria’s father joins in smoothly. “Pack members turning against each other, noble wolves in chains… it sets a concerning precedent.”

“They attacked me.” My ribs still ache with the proof. “Or had you forgotten?”

“Out of fear.” Lady Regina, one of the elder council members, steps closer. “Fear you could help dispel by showing mercy. By proving you’re not the danger they believe.”

Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s attention shift toward my unease, but I send back calming energy. I need to handle this myself.

“The pack sees only harsh punishment now,” Lord Marcus continues. “But if you were to request leniency… to show compassion even to those who wronged you…”

“It would demonstrate exactly the kind of grace a true queen possesses,” Regina adds. “The kind of leadership that unites rather than divides.”

Their words catch me like hooks, playing on everything I’ve tried to prove. That I’m not dangerous. That I can lead with wisdom rather than fear. That I’m worthy of the crown they think I’m stealing.

“Think of the message it would send,” Victoria’s father presses. “The pack would see not someone to fear, but someone who shows mercy even to enemies. Someone worthy of following.”

The manipulation is obvious, but the logic pulls at me. Haven’t I been trying to show them exactly that? That my powers bring healing, not harm? That I can be trusted with authority?

“If you truly want to unite the pack,” Regina suggests gently, “this would be a powerful first step.”

Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s growing concern, but I keep my walls up. He would never agree to this, would see it as weakness. But maybe that’s exactly why I need to do it – to show I can make these decisions myself.

“I’ll speak to the king,” I say finally, “Request they be released to their quarters under guard.”

Their satisfaction feels oily against my skin, but I hold firm. This is my choice to make.

Alaric’s fury when I tell him could level mountains.

“Absolutely not.” His power fills our chambers. “They attacked you. They deserve-—”

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“To see that I’m not what Eris claims?” I touch his face gently. “That I can show mercy instead of fear?” “It’s manipulation,” he growls. “They’re using your compassion against you.”

“Maybe.” I meet his eyes steadily. “But letting me make this choice, showing the pack I can be merciful… isn’t that worth more than punishment?”

His struggle plays across his face, through our bond. “I don’t like it.”

“I know.” I kiss him softly. “But trust me to handle this my way.”

The release ceremony is carefully staged – the prisoners brought to the great hall where ranked wolves gather to witness. I feel Eris watching with calculating eyes as I step forward.

“These wolves acted from fear,” I begin, my voice carrying clearly. “Fear of powers they don’t understand. I request they be released to their quarters, under guard, to show that those powers bring healing, not harm. That mercy can overcome fear.”

Whispers ripple through the crowd. I catch fragments of surprise, speculation, respect. Even some of Eris’s supporters look uncertain now.

The prisoners file past me, eyes downcast. Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s tension, ready to intervene at the slightest threat. But I stand my ground, showing the pack exactly who I am.

Then everything explodes into chaos.

The warning howls come too late. Mutant wolves crash through the great hall’s windows, their twisted forms more horrific than ever. The crowd scatters as corruption spreads from their wounds.

I’m moving before conscious thought, powers activating as the first victim falls. One of my former attackers lies bleeding, corruption spreading through his veins as a mutant’s claws tear into him.

I don’t hesitate. Light explodes from my hands – not the destructive power I used before, but pure healing energy. The corruption fights me, trying to spread, but I push harder. Let everyone see exactly what these powers can do.

The wolf’s eyes widen as his wounds close, corruption burning away under my touch. “You… you saved me. After what we did…”

More victims need help. I move through the chaos, healing whoever I can reach. Former attackers, Eris’s supporters, pack members who feared me – none of it matters now. Only the healing.

Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s pride as he fights off more mutants. Feel his satisfaction as the pack witnesses exactly who I am – not someone to fear, but someone who protects even those who hurt her.

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