The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 126

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Sage’s powers shimmer with new strength as she heals another warrior’s training injury. Through our enhanced bond, I feel how differently her abilities work now – not just healing, but understanding the very essence of what she touches.

“Extraordinary,” the head healer murmurs, watching golden light spread from Sage’s hands. “The way she adapted to the poison… I’ve never seen anything like it.”

I haven’t either. Since that night, our mate bond has grown stronger than I thought possible. Even without a mating mark, every touch, every shared thought carries deeper meaning. Even now, across the healing wing, I feel her satisfaction as the warrior’s wound closes completely.

“My King.” Garrett’s arrival draws my attention. “We found something at the cabin.”

He hands me a stack of letters – correspondence between Eris and Cassius, carefully coded but damning nonetheless. Through our bond, I feel Sage’s interest as she finishes with the warrior.

“They’ve been planning this for weeks,” she says, joining us. “Look at the dates. Long before we even announced our mating.”

My hands tighten on the papers. “They knew what you could become. What your powers might mean.‘

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Through our bond, her determination matches mine. More letters detail meetings, plans, hints of others involved in their schemes. Names of noble houses that suddenly make sense – wolves who opposed us most strongly in council.

“The Northern territories sent word.” Garrett produces another report. “They’re formally denouncing Eris, claiming no knowledge of her actions.”

“Convenient.” Sage’s tone holds winter frost. “After supporting her so openly before.”

A commotion at the door interrupts us – Lord Harrison leading several council members into the healing wing Their faces hold a mixture of shame and calculation as they approach.

“My King.” Lord Harrison bows slightly. “We’ve been… discussing recent events. In light of Lady Sage’s displa of power, and the strength of your mate bond…”

“Now you support us?” Sage’s tone does nothing to hide her contempt. “After nearly dying from their poison

Through our bond, I feel her fury warring with political necessity. Feel her understanding that we need these allies, despite their previous opposition.

“We were… misled.” Victoria’s father steps forward. “Certain parties made suggestions, implied threats…”

“Threatened or not,” my beast rises at their excuses, “you stood against your king. Against my chosen mate.

But Sage’s hand on my arm carries calm through our bond. “Perhaps they can make amends,” she suggests. helping us understand exactly how deep this conspiracy goes.”

The nobles shift uncomfortably. Through our bond, I feel Sage’s satisfaction at their unease.

More evidence arrives throughout the day – reports of Eris and Cassius’s movements, signs of their influence spreading further than we initially thought. But it’s the map Garrett brings that evening that catches my

attention.

“Blackthorn territory.” I trace the marked locations. “Supply routes, meeting points…”

“And this.” Sage points to a pattern I missed. “These movements match when mutant wolf attacks increased. As if…”

“As if someone was coordinating them.‘

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Sage’s fingers trace the map routes, her evolved powers sensing something in the very ink of the markings. Through our bond, I feel her growing certainty as pieces click together.

“These symbols.” She points to markings I’d taken for distance notations. “They’re not measurements. They’re formulae. Chemical compounds of some kind.”

My beast stirs at the implications. “You can sense that?”

“Since the poison…” She frowns in concentration. “It’s like my powers understand the essence of things differently now. And these marks…” Her hand hovers over specific locations. “They carry the same corrupt energy I felt in the mutant wolves‘ blood.”

Through our bond, she shares the sensation – a wrongness that makes both our beasts recoil. But there’s something else too, a pattern emerging as she connects different markings.

“Here.” She indicates a heavily marked area. “The corruption feels strongest. And look at the dates – each major mutant attack was preceded by activity in this location.”

Garrett leans closer. “That’s deep in Blackthorn territory. An old mining complex, supposedly abandoned.”

“Perfect cover for experiments.” The words taste like ash. “For creating and controlling mutant wolves.”

Through our bond, Sage’s horror matches mine as we examine more documents. Supply manifests disguised as mining equipment. Guard rotations masked as routine patrols. Everything pointing to systematic research into corruption and mutation.

“The attacks weren’t random.” Sage’s voice holds dawning understanding. “They were tests. Each one showing how the mutations spread, how they could be controlled…”

“Using our own people as experiments.” Rage builds in my chest, But through our bond, Sage’s analytical mind helps me focus past fury to implications.

“These latest formulas.” She indicates marks from just before the poison attempt. “They’re different. More complex. As if they were working toward something specific.”

“A way to corrupt healing abilities?” The suggestion comes from Garrett, but it rings true.

Sage nods slowly. “The poison they used on me… what if it wasn’t their end goal? What if it was just another

test?”

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