The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 77

Power courses through me like liquid moonlight as I stand over Alaric’s fallen form. Everything feels different – sharper, clearer, more alive. I am different. Where once there was emptiness, now my wolf fills me completely, as if she was merely sleeping all this time, waiting for this moment.

My pure white fur gleams in the moonlight, and some deep instinct tells me my name – Aura. But I can’t focus on the wonder of finally finding my wolf, not with Alaric still bleeding before me.

The mutant wolves retreat, but their corrupted scent lingers, reminding me how close we came to losing everything. How close I came to losing him. The memory of his blood mixing with mine, of power exploding through me when I thought I’d lose him forever, still burns in my veins.

“We need to shift back,” I think frantically, trying to figure out how to access my human form.

“Breathe,” a voice inside me soothes – my wolf, Aura. “Feel the change in your bones. Let it flow naturally.”

Her presence in my mind feels both strange and familiar, like finding a missing piece of myself yet feeling like it’s always been there. Together, we guide our body through the transformation, bones and muscles shifting with surprising ease.

“We need to get him to the healing wing,” I manage, shocked to find myself back in human form. More wolves arrive – Garrett organizing defense, Iris rushing to help.

Their shocked stares at my transformation barely register. All that matters is getting Alaric help. My new abilities let me ease his pain, slow the poison’s spread, but I know instinctively that my power isn’t fully developed yet. I can’t heal him completely.

Hours blur together as we treat the wounded. My hands move with renewed purpose, enhanced by whatever awakened in me during the attack. As I work, Aura’s presence helps guide my new abilities.

“Trust your instincts,” she urges when I hesitate over particularly difficult wounds. “The knowledge is in our blood.”

She’s right. My hands seem to know things my mind doesn’t yet understand. But her presence also means I can’t ignore the mate bond thrumming between Alaric and me – that golden thread that explains so much and hurts even more.

I felt it the moment my wolf awakened – the thread connecting me to Alaric, explaining everything I’ve felt since meeting him. Every pull toward him, every inexplicable connection, every moment my heart recognized what my mind couldn’t understand.

He knew. All this time, he knew.

But I can’t deal with that betrayal now. Not while wolves need healing, not while his life still hangs in balance. So I push it down, focus on what needs to be done.

The pack’s reactions range from awe to fear as I work. My white wolf marks me as something special, they whisper. The last heir of the healing packs, finally awakened.

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Chapter 77

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When Alaric finally stirs, his eyes find me immediately. Pride and wonder fill his face, making my heart ache even as anger burns beneath my skin.

“Sweetling,” he breathes. “You’re magnificent.”

I check his wounds with clinical efficiency, ignoring the way his touch still sends electricity through me. “The poison’s mostly neutralized, but you’ll need time to heal fully.”

“Sage-”

“You need rest.” I cut him off, not ready for this conversation. Not here, not with others watching.

His confusion at my coldness would be almost funny if it didn’t hurt so much. Poor wolfless Sage, too broken to feel the mate bond. Did he laugh about it with others? Pity me for not understanding what everyone else could probably sense?

Hours later, when the wounded are stable and immediate dangers handled, he catches my wrist as I check his bandages one last time.

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