The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 125

Through the poison’s haze, a familiar scent cuts sharp as a blade – Blackthorn territory, power, and something darker. Even half–conscious, my body recognizes the threat.

“Such a waste.” Cassius’s voice reaches me through the fever. “All that potential, turned to ash by your own stubbornness.”

I try to move, to call for help, but the poison has spread too far. My powers flutter weakly as he approaches the bed.

“You could have been extraordinary, you know.” He checks the healing wing doorway – empty, guards mysteriously absent. “If you’d only chosen the right path. The right mate.”

“Never.” The word comes out barely a whisper.

“No?” His smile holds winter frost. “Did you really think your precious king could protect you? That love would overcome generations of carefully laid plans?”

Through our broken bond, I try reaching for Alaric one last time. Feel only empty silence where his presence should be.

“The ancient healing packs weren’t destroyed for being too powerful.” Cassius pulls a vial from his coat. “They were destroyed for being too dangerous. For abilities that could upset the very balance of power itself.”

My vision blurs as he uncorks the vial. Something about his words tugs at my fever dreams – my realization about the poison, about letting my powers adapt…

“This will finish what the first dose started.” He moves closer. “Not just breaking your mate bond, but burning out those abilities entirely. Returning things to their proper order.”

Proper order. The words echo strangely. Through the poison’s fog, understanding finally clicks – this isn’t about politics or mate bonds. It’s about control. About keeping certain powers firmly in check.

“You’re afraid.” My laugh comes out more of a cough. “Not of me… of what I represent.”

His eyes narrow. “You have no idea what—”

The healing wing doors explode inward as Alaric’s roar shakes the very foundations.

Alaric

I find them exactly as her last conscious thought showed – Cassius standing over her with death in a vial. My beast takes over at the sight, power flooding the room as I launch myself at him.

But he’s prepared, meeting my attack with unnatural strength. “Too late, my friend.” His laugh holds madness. “The poison’s already won.”

Through what remains of our bond, I feel Sage’s presence growing fainter. Feel her trying to tell me something important about the poison, about letting her powers…

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“You never understood what was at stake.” Cassius throws me back, his own power radiating darkness. “What certain abilities could do in the wrong hands. The old orders had reasons for their laws.”

“The only thing I understand,” I snarl, circling him, “is that you’re about to die.”

But he’s right – I’m running out of time. Each moment spent fighting is another moment the poison spreads. Another moment our bond weakens.

“Kill me and you’ll never know the truth.” He gestures at Sage’s still form. “About why she’s so dangerous. About who really pulls the strings.”

“I don’t care about your conspiracy.” Power rolls off me in waves. “I care about my mate.”

His smile turns cruel. “Then you should know – this poison? It’s not just in her blood now. It’s in her very essence. In the source of her healing abilities. Even if she survives, she’ll never be what she was. Never reach her full potential.”

Understanding hits like physical pain. This isn’t just about killing her or breaking our bond. It’s about destroying what makes her unique. What makes her mine.

“The ancient healing packs fell for a reason.” He produces another vial. “Time to finish what our ancestors started.”

I lunge for him, but he’s already moving toward Sage. Through our broken bond, I feel her consciousness flickering like a dying flame.

Then something changes.

Sage

Through the poison’s haze, Cassius’s words finally penetrate. About the poison targeting my essence, my

abilities themselves…

And suddenly I understand what my fever dreams were trying to tell me. What the old healer taught me about letting powers adapt and grow.

I’ve been fighting this wrong. Trying to heal the damage instead of understanding it. Instead of letting my abilities learn and evolve…

With the last of my strength, I stop resisting the poison. Stop trying to burn it out. Instead, I let my powers study it, understand it, learn from it.

Because that’s what the ancient healing abilities were really about – not just mending wounds, but understanding the very essence of power itself.

The change starts slowly, then builds like a wave. My powers shift, adapt, transform the very thing meant to destroy them into something new.

Through our broken bond, I feel Alaric’s shock as light explodes from my hands. Feel his awe as my surge in ways we’ve never seen before.

abilities

Cassius stumbles back, his certainty finally cracking. “Impossible. The poison should have—”

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“Should have destroyed my powers?” My voice comes stronger now. “Instead it taught them how to evolve.”

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