The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

“Ambitious observation.” Sloane nods slightly, as if approving a student’s analysis. “Though incomplete. Perhaps you’d care to join our research team? Your firsthand experience would be… invaluable.”

“Enough.” My power floods the room as my patience snaps. “We’re leaving with this evidence. The council will see exactly what you’ve been doing.”

“And which council members will you trust with this information?” Sloane’s question lands like a stone in still water. “Lord Harrison, whose family led the original purge? Victoria’s father, whose ancestors wrote the laws restricting healing bloodlines? The Northern representatives with their unveiled hunger for power? Or perhaps the elders, who’ve upheld these traditions for generations?”

Through our bond, Sage’s mind works rapidly – connecting pieces we’ve missed. The laws about royal mates. The historical records of healing pack destruction. The council’s resistance to our bond.

“It’s not just you and Cassius.” Her voice holds certainty now. “This conspiracy extends to the highest levels of pack hierarchy. Has for generations.”

“Not conspiracy.” Sloane corrects. “Preservation. Of natural order. Of proper power distribution. Of bloodlines that know their place.”

A silent signal passes between us through the bond. Time to move. Our warriors tense, ready to fight our way out if necessary.

“You won’t make it ten steps with any evidence.” Sloane reads our intention easily. “But please, attempt it. I’m curious how the Lycan King explains attacking a sovereign Alpha in his own territory. How your mate justifies her unnatural powers when she uses them against other wolves.”

Through our bond, Sage’s anger flares

—

not just at Sloane, but at generations of wolves who’ve perpetuated these beliefs. Who’ve hunted her kind to near extinction.

“We don’t need physical evidence.” Her voice carries quiet power. “I’ve already cataloged everything here. My powers don’t just heal anymore – they understand. Memorize. Preserve.”

Sloane’s composure slips momentarily. “You’re bluffing.”

Through our bond, I feel the truth – her evolved abilities have been recording everything since we entered. Every formula, every experiment, every detail stored with perfect clarity.

“Test me.” Her challenge hangs in the air. “Ask me about any experiment in this facility. Any formula. Any

result.”

For the first time, uncertainty crosses Sloane’s face. Through our bond, triumph flickers – we have leverage he didn’t anticipate.

“Here’s what happens next.” I step forward, power rolling off me in waves. “We leave with our warriors. Unharmed. You maintain your innocence to whatever sympathetic council members still support you. But make no mistake – this evidence will reach those who need to see it.”

“And the next time you or your son come near my mate,” I add, letting my eyes bleed amber, “I won’t bother

with investigations or councils. I’ll simply end your bloodline permanently.”

The standoff stretches long seconds before Sloane steps aside, his calculation clear through his mask of indifference. Today isn’t worth the fight. Not when he has allies to warn. Plans to adjust.

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