The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Sage

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Three days. Three days of silence broken only by the soft scrape of meal trays being left outside my door. Three days of nothing but my own thoughts spinning darker with each passing hour.

Guards murmur outside my room, changing shifts at regular intervals. Sometimes I hear wolves pass in the hall, their whispers carrying fragments that cut like knives: “-definitely poison-“”-just like they said-“”__ can’t trust -”

Not even Iris, with her perpetual positive attitude, comes to visit. But it’s Alaric’s absence that breaks me. After everything – his promises to protect me, to face things together – he’s just… gone. No word, no explanation..

My pendant feels heavy against my throat as I pace the confines of my room for the hundredth time. What if they’re right? What if somewhere in my missing memories lurks the monster they claim?

The door’s lock clicks suddenly, making me jump. Alaric fills the doorway, power rolling off him in waves. But his face… Moon Goddess, his face is cold as winter steel.

“Follow me,” is all he says, dismissing the guards with a gesture.

“Alaric-”

“Quiet.”

The command hits hard but words pour out anyway, my fear overwhelming reason: “Please, just tell me what’s happening. Are you taking me to the dungeons? Or worse? After everything you promised-

“Three days,” I whisper-shout, my voice breaking. “Three days of silence while everyone thinks I’m a murderer. After you promised to protect me, to stand by me. Was it all lies? Pretty words to keep the broken omega compliant?”

He keeps walking, jaw tight, but I can’t stop now that the dam has broken.

“Or did you start believing them? Is that it? The mighty Lycan King finally realizing his mistake in trusting someone like me?” Tears burn my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. “Are you taking me somewhere quiet to dispose of the problem? Get rid of the liability before I can poison anyone else-”

That’s when he snaps, spinning and pressing me against the wall so fast I gasp. His body pins mine completely, eyes bleeding amber in the darkness.

“Be. Quiet.” His voice comes out more growl than speech. “Before someone hears.”

Terror and anger war in my chest as he leads me through darkened corridors. Every shadow holds potential witnesses, every corner possible judgment. When he finally stops at a hidden door, my heart thunders with fear of what lies beyond.

But the room he reveals steals my breath for different reasons. Training mats cover the floor, weapons and equipment line the walls. Before I can process the surprise, he’s crushing his mouth to mine.

The kiss holds none of his usual gentleness. It’s desperate, demanding, like he’s trying to pour three days of

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unsaid things into one moment. When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard.

“I couldn’t come sooner,” he says roughly. “They’re watching everything. Everyone. But I’ll be damned if I leave you unprotected.”

Understanding dawns slowly. “You’re going to train me?”

“I don’t trust anyone else to keep you safe when I’m not there.” His hands frame my face. “And right now, I can’t always be there.”

The hurt of his absence still stings, but something in my chest loosens at his words. At the evidence that he hasn’t abandoned me after all.

Training starts immediately. Every movement becomes a dance of barely contained need. He shows me how to escape holds, but his hands linger too long on my skin. When he demonstrates proper stance, his chest presses against my back, his breath hot on my neck.

“You need to be able to break free if someone grabs you,” he murmurs, arm wrapped around my waist from behind. But the way he pulls me closer feels nothing like training. “Like this…”

I’m supposed to twist away, to use his momentum against him. Instead, I arch back against him, feeling his sharp inhale.

“That’s not the move I showed you,” he growls.

“Maybe I don’t want to break free.”

His grip tightens. “Sage…”

We move through more sequences, but each one brings us closer, touches lingering longer. When he shows me how to escape a front hold, his thigh slips between mine “for leverage.” The friction makes me gasp.

“Focus,” he demands, but his voice is strained. “An attacker won’t be distracted by-”

I roll my hips deliberately against his thigh. His words cut off in a growl.

“By what?” I challenge breathlessly.

In answer, he demonstrates a throw that lands us both on the mats, his body covering mine. But instead of showing me how to counter, he just stares down at me, chest heaving.

“This is not,” he grits out, “how this training session was supposed to go.”

“No?” I shift beneath him, drawing another rumbling growl. “Seems like perfect practice for close combat to me.

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“I told you to focus, sweetling.” But his eyes bleed amber as they drop to my lips.

Three days of fear and doubt and loneliness make me reckless. I arch slightly, the weight of his body on me making me feel safer than I have in days. His growl vibrates through both our bodies.

“Dangerous game,” he warns.

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