The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 127

Blackthorn territory stretches before us, its dense forests shadowed under overcast skies. Through our enhanced bond, I feel Sage’s unease warring with determination as we approach the border.

“We should expect resistance,” Garrett warns, scanning the treeline. “Entering another Alpha’s territory without permission…”

“Cassius forfeited any rights to protocol when he tried to kill my mate. Besides, I don’t buy for one minute that Alpha Sloan had no idea what his son was up to. He’ll submit to his king or pay the fucking consequences!” Power ripples through my words. The warriors behind us shift in response, ready for conflict.

Sage’s hand finds mine, her touch carrying calm through our bond. “We’re not here for war,” she reminds me. We need evidence, not blood.”

She’s right, but my beast bristles at the memory of her collapsed form, of poison burning through her veins. Through our bond, she feels my struggle and sends back understanding mixed with resolve.

“Blackthorn border patrol approaching,” a scout reports. “Eight warriors, heavily armed.”

“Let me handle this.” Sage steps forward before I can object. Through our bond, I feel her calculating multiple approaches, her mind working faster than I’ve ever felt before.

The Blackthorn wolves emerge from the treeline, wary but not immediately hostile. Their leader, a scarred Beta I recognize from previous territorial meetings, eyes us suspiciously.

“This is Blackthorn territory,” he announces unnecessarily. “State your business.”

“We’re here on matters of justice.” Sage’s voice carries quiet authority. “Your Alpha attempted to murder me, the mate of the Lycan King.”

The Beta’s eyes widen slightly, but he maintains composure. “Serious accusations require-”

“We have proof.” She holds up the letters, the maps, the evidence we’ve gathered. “And we’re not here to challenge Blackthorn’s sovereignty. Only to investigate a specific location.”

Through our bond, I feel her careful assessment of each wolf’s reaction. Some shift uncomfortably at the mention of Cassius’s actions. Others remain stonily neutral. But none seem surprised.

“They know something,” she sends through our bond.

“Or suspect,” I respond silently.

The ability to communicate this way still feels new, exhilarating. Another evolution of our bond since the poison

attack.

“The mining complex.” The Beta’s expression confirms our suspicions. “No one goes there anymore. Alpha’s

orders.”

“Yet supply trucks still make regular deliveries.” Garrett produces the manifests we discovered. “Heavy

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equipment. Chemical compounds. Unusual for an abandoned facility.”

The atmosphere tenses, hands drifting toward weapons. Through our bond, I feel Sage’s power building subtly, ready if needed.

“We can do this the easy way,” I step forward, letting my power fill the clearing. “Or we can do this with half your pack explaining to the council why they harbored a wolf who committed treason against the Lycan King.”

The ultimatum works. The Beta signals his warriors to stand down. “We’ll escort you to the complex. But know

this–many of us have questioned what happens there. None who ask too loudly tend to remain in the pack long.

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The journey through Blackthorn territory passes in tense silence. Through our bond, Sage’s powers scan constantly, picking up traces of the same corruption we detected in the mutant wolves.

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